you left and all I have left is this stinking finger and tobacco relationship
the strings of it that I rip hard with my hands until they bleed
that I pour into the smoke of my lungs
you left and all that's left is this sinking feeling I get when your hometown is mentioned
so far and warm and unfamiliar
you left and all I have left is a ghost of the past
that hangs above me in the night
stealing into my dreams
stealing my daydreams
you left and I'm left with me
alone
all that's left
to the left of me
are the digits of your phone number
that I stab backwards into my hand
so as not to be left hard and drunk
and hardly aware
that I'm reaching for you again