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"Vapor Trails"

White lines on blue that seemed
so sharp, so clear
blur at the edges as they fade away.

You would fly into my life
at the edge of a sonic boom
and disappear like a vapor trail.

I remember hugging you once,
when you stood for a moment
and it seemed so clear then.

Later, I guess it was me
who faded away, blurred into clouds
as I passed through your life.

And now, miles apart, we'll talk
time to time, with words that fade
to vapor trails in blue skies.

Author: "Jim T."
A writer at Spyder's Poetry Empire^®