With the known intention

By espacioreal | elespacioreal | 7 Dec 2021

The smoke from my cigarette
It has the shape of your figure
Go up to the sky and fade away
I breathe in again and breathe out hard
With the known intention
to see you again
And there you were
With your meter sixty
And your small breasts
Floating in front of me
like a mirage
Then i wanted to hug you
But the smoke had lost your figure
It was nothing more than your absence
I tried several times
As the night falls
With her dark skin cloak
But you had left
So I slaughtered the butt
on the floor
With regret