In the soft curl of smoke, a story unfolds,
Whispering secrets the night has yet to hold.
A gentle dance of shadows in the dim light,
Lingering echoes of a fading fight.

Each exhale carries a fragile dream,
Wrapped in haze, a silken seam.
The world blurs in the smoky embrace,
As time slips by, leaving barely a trace.

The bitter taste of a moment’s desire,
Burns slowly like an unquenched fire.
In the silence, a promise broken,
Words unsaid, and thoughts unspoken.

Yet in the ashes, a lesson lies,
Of fleeting moments and whispered goodbyes.
For in the smoke, we see the cost,
Of what is gained, and what is lost.