i found myself searching for a candle
that smells like your whiskey tainted breath
to light in my room and walk away from.
let the flame lick my curtains and crawl
toward my sheets. burn the dreams locked
away in my pillow, they whisper
your name in my ear at night and by
morning i wake up half dead. fill my house
with soot and ash, and when i comb
through its remains i will breathe in decay
and rubble that smells a lot like you.