Vapour

The smokes creates a straight line and then it curls into spirals and circles I should probably get a drink to it but I'm drunk already Drunks on the thoughts, Drunk on the memory of what we use to be Drunk on the lost smiles and freedom I felt around you The smokes creates a straight line and then curls into patterns,it's free-form Like the way our unsaid words vapourises The new regularization of our conversation in recent time The normalcy of our conversation, we would talk like this to everyone else The coincidental meet up, a stone for two birds,it's not special,it's not exclusive Just one dot in our ship but we watched lazily as it became wider holes and now we sink and do little of nothing I take the last puff now,longer so I have something that stayed