You would sit perched in a baggy jumper, wrapped
up in the heartache that my eyes had failed to indulge.
For you were the summer that faded into the winter
cold where I found myself broken, lost, searching
for the pieces you left behind as I tried to rebuild a
broken love lost in the heartbreak that occurred
before its time.

Coping through inhaling the cigarette smoke
then exhaling the life from my existence peering
over to see that your silhouette had burned into
the hallucinations that echo a series of
symphonies telling the tale of how we were
thieves to nothing but one another.