Excavating the Archives: Clinging to the Smoke

Through the fog
Of the smoke
Nothing seen
Nothing heard
Past gone
Future vanished
All we had was
The here and now
Those precious few seconds
Of the present
You reach out to me
And our hands touch
It was in that moment
That I knew
I never wanted
The smoke to clear

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This was originally posted in May 2016. You can find the original post here.