Left with no last goodbye tossed by the wayside, a finished cigarette flicked out the car window, sparks bursting apart like the light of our love all to pieces by the side of a dark country road
The burnt flavor of her still insideΒ my lungs, riding on my tongue, in the breathless hesitant last long goodnight kiss
Loss is what I see when I look into the sky tonight, no trees reaching its leaves up for me
The burn of her words is in the way that I say but I loved you, the way I wait, the way I hold my breath to listen for her footsteps in the kitchen.