That One Year

8"x 10" mixed media on canvas

I used to sit on the steps
with a clove cigarette,
smoke dancing circles
around the fireflies of my thoughts

The stars in Brooklyn,
so brightly lit and devious,
from a time I dreamed of more

Back then I needed to believe
the serenity of being
existed in those incredible seconds
where life existed
within the span of time
it took for your lips to meet mine

Now this is my memento,
these scintillating scars lingering
long after the smoke departed
& the cinnamon taste has turned stale,
but I touch each one,
remembering when there were none

And for that reason only,
I let you walk away clean.