I've been having conversations with you. Without your permission again.
I've been growing comfortable with you.
Occupying my thoughts.
Your smile. Your smile. Your smile.
Is what little you left me with.
I ration them for days when this city is cruel.
When memories laugh and call me a bad joke.
Sometimes I wish there was a punchline.

When your heart stops
There is a moment when every fiber in your body.
Pulsates like an atom bomb
And you wish you were nothing but dust.
Like sandpaper eating on the surface
Of that trunk you worked so hard to build.
Those gems you so selfishly stole.
Are curses.

When your heart stops
You will find there is a past at the end of the tunnel you desperately wish to crawl back to.
You will learn trains only move forward.
Keep burning your coal.