Those distant leaden cirrus clouds
Do not resemble your wild curls anymore
That midnight smell of vanilla and lavender in my backyard
Does not make me want to drive up to your house and nestle between the freshly showered perfumed folds of your skin like before
The ocean no longer reminds me of your eyes
And I've become careful enough to resist myself
From diving into a sparkling pool of lies
Your voice does not reside
in the cradle of my heart
like it used to
Wine and mushy cookies
no longer make me hungry
for you like before
What actually resembles us now
Are these ashes from my half finished cigarette
Slowly falling on the floor
It's smoke that I inhale
And this burn in my chest
Along with these memories
that I regret I made
With someone like you