how many lives
does one touch?
does one's existance
mean that much?

questions linger
suffocating
and stimulating

the smoke of life
disillusioning
and illuminating.

Passing Thoughts

you enter my mind
like a familiar dream
a ghost of what
could have been

your smile
brings ease
your arms
warm and comforting

to hear your voice
a whisper in my ear
of love
and the times we shared

as quickly
as you appeared
the feelings fade
and alone i stand

again soon
you filter through
and the comfort it brings
will get me through

for each day comes
with a memory of you
the time we shared
where two hearts grew.