Single slip away and I can't see you anymore. Its like keeping a smoke ring, watching it twine between lingering fingers and then fade. Peer around the corner and see if it's really gone. Soft face in the crowd of forgotten, but that strong smell of memory sticks aside. Responsible and steadfast in your escape from everyday, I laugh at your effort. I have let you go with the smoke that leaves my lips. Quick ingestion for a moment of painful pleasure. You are no permanent, no enduring residue. Only a moment among many that cant be sifted and returned for a reward. Only a bland taste that blends with life's fragility.