The day would be a daze for me
And I will be the smoke
Wafting aimlessly
Brushing you
I don’t want to linger
Smother you
And watch you gasp
Against my breath

It’s difficult to take a shape
My heart seeps between
Stilled leaves
I cannot carry your scent
Nor mark you with mine
Let me rest
Under roots
Don’t mistake me for the mist
And come close

c.r. Malintha Perera 2015

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