I taste the sting of the drink in my hand,
but I can't taste your poison, anymore,
I can feel the strength in my hand,
but I can't feel your hand squeezing painfully anymore,
I smell the clear air through the open windows,
but I can't escape your suffocation, memories of my past,
I hear the birds and the wind,
but I can't hear your not stop negative natter and chatter,
I see blue sky and cotton clouds, with drops of rain,
but I don't see black and blue bruises, cotton gauze bandages and tear streaked lines of mascara clowning down my face,
ever again.