I want you to dissipate
Like the steam in my bathroom
After taking a hot shower.

I could always feel it,
But I could never really get a hold of it.
You are just like the steam.

The mirror’s my mind
And I wipe the steam off of it.
If only this was as temporary
As the steam in my bathroom
After taking a hot shower.

My veins, like the air ducts in my
House, grow cold and little
By little, the steam disappears.