Partir en fume

In her apartment, she sits and stares, Lost in thought, with a heart that flares, The world outside moves at a frenzied pace, But within her mind, there's a quiet space. Her thoughts, like smoke, they rise and curl, A mix of emotions, a complex swirl, Memories of joy, and of love that's passed, And dreams of a future that may not last. She thinks of the paths she's taken and left, Of the bridges she's built, and those she's bereft, Of the love that came, and of the love that went, Of the chances she took, and the ones she never sent. Yet in the midst of all this thought and pain, She finds a glimmer, a hope that remains, A belief that everything will turn out right, And that the future will bring a brand new light. So in her apartment, she sits and thinks, And with each puff of smoke, she blinks, For she knows deep down, within her soul, That she can rise, and she can be whole.