The night you left me, the moon was
hanging low in a star filled sky -
and at
the nearby revving of your Métisse -
       the residue engine smoke exhausted
           abruptly woke the neighbours dogs -
it dirtied my skin
and filled my lungs to a brim
so high;
I choked what was left of us out
and I remembered the privilege given
to those who choose
to chase of life, not death.
Breathe and let go....
     repeat until the memory
is something you
no longer know.             © Sia Jane