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.