Smoke

Everything that I love turns to smoke. It billows out from nothing Laughing at my cries Holding the charred remains of the last dirty joke As if they know how it died Everyone I that I've loved has turned to smoke They come in single file and exit two by two As if they knew what was to come That I'm happier in the rain than the sun And now every day that has come has turned to smoke Still I hesitate to ask the great above what I have done As it crashes through my system Creation laughs at one With nothing but All there ever was.