wind in smoke

i've forgotten the face that

laughed without care

without feeling like it's all bare

in a world too thick, too grey

for wind to fly by

doing up the same thing

almost robotic, more entirely

struggling by to make do, oh change where are you ?

maybe i'll flow in your direction if you pass by

the air here’s too heavy

the days smear, the hours hum

i breathe smoke not air

itch at my skin, but it stays

same floor, same sky, same fog

in my head, the loop

pulls tight, tighter

and i wait, cracked open,

for wind to find me

maybe i'll change my direction

maybe i'll change my stride with you

maybe i could fly too