It was more than just a breeze

Parting clouds across grey skies

Earth and leaves scattered the path

As autumn crunched beneath the dirt

Ticking hands were chasing six

Sun beams showered through the trees

It was only me,

Only water spilling over rocks.

I absently lit another cigarette

Ducking under and drowning in calm

Inhaling, a dull burn on my tongue

Exhaling, tainting the air around me

Creating an odd scent of defiance

And something sweeter

There in the smoke you appeared to me,

Unable to shield myself from the sight,

It was as if I was seeing you for the first time

And you stung my eyes