via Daily Prompt: Hopeful

Light is much like truth,
exposing many shadows.
But love
is like a lit cigarette.
Its shadow
never shows the smoke.
The silhouette
always appears in good health,
though many times,
you are only left with
cancerous embers to put out.
But remain hopeful,
for where there once was smoke,
there was also the potential for fire.
And where there is fire,
there is oxygen.
So, breath my darling,
and look to the light.