Smoke curls around ancient photographs;

it slithers between the pages of scrapbooks.

It silently whispers the names of long ago friends.

Inhale. Exhale.



Standing in the rain,

the water penetrating the soul;

washing away a lifetime.

Inhale. Exhale.



Moonlight in the hair,

stars in the eyes.

Vibrant colors dance across the skies.

Inhale. Exhale



Loves come and gone,

a collage of memories;

spirits of the past.

Inhale. Exhale.



Tears for help,

a quiet forgiveness;

shedding fears and refreshing the mind.

Inhale. Exhale.



Smoke glistens in the light,

it sings a favorite tune.

The tape gives way and the photo slides to the floor.

Inhale ...