There’s nothing more to be gained
By holding on
What was once forming
Now, like smoke, drifts in the air

And I would remain here, too,
Inhaling your divine incense-
sustaining thought and feeling-
But, that I know your truth…

Mirrors are never good liars
And I see your reflection
In my own minds eye;
Your smile brings pain to my heart

My uneasy mind now let’s you go
With the understanding that your
Soft words and smooth flow
Find other ears to softly caress