I wish I smoked.
Fancy a cigarette to inhale something.
Anything.
To suffocate the voice I grew
that left you speechless.
Silent.
The lingering of your synchronized heartbeat on mine;
a canvas layered in pain painted oils becomes
hard to clean.

You left me in limbo.

                                           Waiting.
                                                Waiting.­
                                                     Waiting.

Until.
You're sorry.
Your touch.

And like lightening,
                            
                        ­           Forgiveness.