sometimes it cuts through me
a deep, sharp slice opens my heart
inflicting pain upon me, then
a stab to my tender heart
evoking voiceless screams
brought to my knees,
I cry in remembrance of you
~
sometimes it towers above me
a warm, assuring presence
guiding me, an affectionate embrace
though fleeting, your warmth
I crave for it, the familiarity of
incense, vanishing smokes of home
my tears an act of sincerity
~
sometimes I wonder if time has
stitched the wounds of my heart
yet each time my tears stream
it stings, the memory of you
fighting the pain, I follow you
trails of smoke leading to nowhere
chasing the incense of memory.