He is like the smoke I am inhaling.
Easing the pain inside me yet killing.

He is like the rain soaking my clothes and my hair,
refreshing the body, yet cold.

He is like the wind,
he is here for few seconds and then disappearing.

He is away,
but the feelings still remain.

And if I cry, he still won't be there.
And if I drown myself in tears, he still won't be there.