The air is lead
It fell to the ground and out of my lungs when you left
It was tied to you, like a dog on a leash it followed you everywhere
The moment you decided that scars were better left unhealed the leash was let go
The air was terrified of the life without you and left me alone to grieve
How sad
All of this emptiness and not enough air to let me sob
A hollow wheeze has earned its place in my heart
The air is lead
It leaves little trace