The smoke curled like an unfinished sentence,
Like a sigh in a silent room,
Like a question mark, floating on warm breath
We were all sitting still around a candle
Faded out after a night of wishes
Waiting for a few words and then a “?”
Eyes stared into the ceiling as if it were oblivion
But I stared into the smoke.
I watched it twist, and swirl, and caress, and disappear
Like a dancer during the last counts of a song,
Then the question was asked, the candle was out, and the smoke was gone.