The Nothing of You

There are times when ‘nothing’ is adequate, times when everything, is nothing.

There are odd times, when I feel compelled to kiss you while you exhale thin streamers of grey smoke, sucked from your ‘poor man’s’ cigarette.

There are times, lately, when nothing has become everything, and everything, has been you.

by Natascha Tallowin
Suffolk, UK

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