I'm tired of seeing you. Whether I walk through the halls of my dreams Or down the halls of reality You're fiery appearance finds a way to make itself known to my senses. You're familiar yet distant scent lingers in the air I walk through as we pass each other. No words spoken anymore, no waves waved. I don't usually ponder about my love for you anymore. Just about how I abhor that "woman" you left me for. ...And how I liked you much better when you smoked.