Little brown eyes wander like gypsies
in search of something new.
Like two war
riors on a battlefield,
fighting off a pirate crew.
Instead, someone more familiar came into view,
and then disappeared behind pools of fumes.
He came this way every day,
just shuffling through.
Puff, puff,
inhale,
expel.
He was a shell of a man
where the smoke
dissipates,
instead of disappears.
Bogged down by gravity,
like the lines on his face.
His reality seemed clear as day.
Puff, puff,
inhale,
expel.
Thick glasses rode
the bridge of his nose.
His snow white hair hung
like a cloud over his head.
Little brown eyes studied his disposition,
but it was shrouded in smoke
Adding an air
of mystery and melancholy.
Puff, puff,
inhale,
expel.
His grey eyes, weary,
a bit teary.
Slow pace.
Long strides.
His crutch for loneliness,
was lit,
killing him slowly,
with each and every breath.
Puff, puff,
inhale,
expel
He began to fade
As he disappeared into the distance.
Eventually he vanished.
Never to be seen again.
Leaving the little brown eyes
to wonder
if today was the day he
quit.
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