Cigar smoke

 

Cigar smoke

by Hugo Ramos

Her absence once
closed up flowers & upset
my afternoons.

To compliment the madness
that throbbed across the surface
of my temples, I’d weep;
no…sob,

a shoeful of tears over her.

The moon, in its full mustache
and baritone voice,
consoled me
by pouring light into the holes
of my drooping soul.

The prominent space
she once occupied…has wrinkled,
and I’ve awakened
without any of her imprints

pressed inside of me anymore.

Tonight, I blow cigar smoke
at the moon
to celebrate the glory
I found inside this solitude.

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“Burning cigar” by paradigmnix on DeviantArt

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