Craving for those
words to be true.
Not sure what
to do without you.

The heavy haze
pours from your mouth,
quickly followed by
the words that you spout.

The words I deem true
at a very quick first glance.
The words I see false
after a short-lived romance.

And now we depart,
to go our separate ways.
As I walk, with my back turned,
I look back and you, and resist
the urge to race back
for your embrace.