Smoke

I’m reaching for something..
something..
Something I can’t see,
can’t name
can’t reach,
but it must be out there.

Once in awhile
I think I can feel the shape of it
heavy in my palm
light in my heart
and I look to see it
sparkle in my hand
only to find darkness.

You offer it to me,
promise it to me,
tell me it’s already in my hand
.. and you let it drift away like smoke.
All I’m left with
is a handful of broken dreams
like glass.

Is there any such thing as love, anyway,
or is it all just people
looking out for themselves,
mutual gratification for eternity

And just when I think
I’ve found the light
at the end of the..
whatever..
You go and move the horizon.

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