it's checking
the
weather
in the city she's sleeping
it's ir/rel/e/vant and you
can't... f  e e l... it
but it's com//fort//ing
all.the.same

It's how every s o n g
isabouther
and how
~along with inhaling~
you just want her
<<in vain>>

It's how you
smoke/each/one
to the nub
rewinding/reviewing/replaying
words said and words
leftin _thedone

it's the hope you felt
at sunrise
and how, by <<sun^^set>>
she was
Gone

it's the smoke in your lungs
labored drag that you pull
{c-h-o-ke the memory}
of her lips-in-your-mouth
and her words on.
your.
Tongue ...