Carpe Diem
I woke
to news of your death,
and it was just
another reminder
that this life
is but a flash,
a gift
we must seize
and cherish
every day,
and that none of us
know
just how long
we have
to laugh with friends,
to kiss those we love,
and to make our mark
before the reaper
comes knocking.
Smoke
When it began,
I never figured
anyone
would ever read
the words I wrote,
they were like
smoke
from a cigarette,
drifting through
my fingers
and onto the page,
the ashes became
the sentences
and dialogue
of characters
that would carry me through
the darkest of days,
providing comfort
when nothing else could,
not even
the soothing numbness
alcohol provided,
or the warm embrace
of another human being,
and now
this smoke is thicker,
darker,
like that of a
bonfire
burning deep within me,
drifting farther out,
signaling
to others,
to the world,
that I am coming,
that I will be
with them
soon.
