I saw her in the most perfect sunset
And then there she was in the fullest moon;
She is gone,
Yet she still fills the room.

How long does it take
for the urge to fade?

I still
search for shelter in your
words and phrases

but there is nothing more written
on those pages.

Inside I feel so big,
My feelings are so big,
But I am always left to
Feel like I'm small,





I am so small.

If a picture is worth
a thousand words,
is a memory worth
a million?

I am rich in words.

And in letting you go,
I have been struck with perhaps
the greatest melancholy
in that I have started to forget
the sound of your voice

You're a cigarette and I
can't find a patch.
You taste foul in my mouth,
my tongue is dried out and my
words taste like tar as your
name rattles out;
I feel sickly satisfied as I realize
I have nothing else to scratch my itch.

You are
You have always been
a bad habit.

I quit.