Up in Smoke

When all is well and all is forgotten,

Your memory strikes me from behind.

I, despairingly try to embrace thy fleeting vision,

Yet it vanishes in a plume of smoke, in the blink of an eye.

The smoke causes my eyes to water

And I am drowning in my tears.

My lungs fill up with smoke

And I am choking on my fears.

As I fade into darkness,

My mind lingers on the fume's familiar smell.

I am choked in the smoke that surrounds me,

But it only happens when all is well.