In memory of a love

A last cigarette smoked
in memory of a ‘love’.
Its smoke a passing cloud,
transient, a gushing river’s froth.

Take the weight
of memories of this love
on your diaphanous wings
my darling moon moth.

I am opening clenched fists
exposing my clammy palms –
no more burial grounds of sorrow.
Onto these may new beginnings be brought.

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