I can taste myself rotting from the inside
The cycle repeats religiously
All that’s left lingers
Slipped so quickly through thin fingers.
After the teeth and hungry hands are no longer
On to the next they wander.

You’ve filled every crevice of my mind.
Much like the haze that’s settled into these mountains.
Cradled.
The distance doesn’t make a difference.
You were just blowing it, smoke.
Disappointment will dissipate.
Winter is on its way,
I feel it in my chest.