Incense

I should really quit

my obsessions, they burn inside and

these tendrils and curls of smoke that

bring your face to mind

drift up and away from that bright red tip

like faded shadows

they are slowly killing me

with their insubstantiality

from within

they grow dimmer, they leave me

with each breath

wanting even more

that I take now

of what we once shared.

I am lost.