Life Force Traded for Power

the smoke coming off my pipe
forms hazy visions of you
and the future we both craved.
i find myself
always coming back
to you
and the conversations we had,
where little was said
but much was felt.
it’s such a pity;
you’re nothing more
than smoke in my eyes,
now.
and yet,
i still find the high
of loving you
worth the chase.

~lt