Dissipating

He blew it out, a perfect O,

blue-grey, precise. A moment held.

Suspended, slow, an arc to show

what skill can build, then be dispelled.

It drifted, stretched, began to thin.

A breath, a shape, then nothing there.

A quick, precise, a hollow sin,

dissolving into empty air.

Just like some plans. Some sudden thought.

Formed perfect, then let go too fast.

A lesson for what’s never caught.

Too fine to ever truly last.