That one exhale
a puff of smoke in cold air
no inhale
a soul reaching high,
swirling round the tree branches,
caressing cold cheeks of strangers,
wrapping around people in love,
love
it feels warm
mixes with the cold air
creates a puff of smoke
a body slumped on the ground
a heart so still
a heart that once loved people
as flowers love spring
cannot love any more
a soul coming to its final rest.
