falling smoke

It felt, he
saw
it was smoke falling;
wispy tears
from the eyes
of angels, it was
the end of
the beginning
he cried and
relented
no longer
standing firm
now not a firebreak
against the onslaught
the emotion
of life
he relented
and accepted a world
he neither
knew or
loved
any more
…she was gone
leaving no shadow
no stain
nothing but hurt and
pain
like the road that was never
traveled…not
less;
never
and he watched it like a movie
feeling a separation
an angst but
less
more
she was not in love
with him, not…
just
not, and
the smoke fell around
his face
his life
ending
the model of a fantasy
built quickly
to standards long ago defined
but not agreed
to
not carried
by
her…
…past the
beginning.

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