For months you passed through me
in the silent moments
before my sleep.
This pause
burns of a smoke that
forgot who I was
and lost my heart
to the wind.
A choice made as I rode in cars with demons, which in their haunting, offered sense.
This pause
burns of a smoke that
forgot who I was
and lost my heart
to the wind.
A choice made as I rode in cars with demons, which in their haunting, offered sense.