Holding on to you is like grabbing onto the smoke that I exhale while thinking about you,
The smoke slips through my fingers like my life that slips away without you  
These truths are ever present but whose fault is it? Yours are mine?
Is it your fault for doing something you have to do?
Or mine for holding onto something that was never mine?
As I exhale the smoke I once tried to grasp and hold onto, I relent and stop fighting the inevitable
And in this moment I truly love you…..