Wasted breath blowing hot against my cheek.
Tousled hair falls evenly over the cold pillow;
I look up and you are there.
But in a sense, you are not really here.
You're smile no longer offers me peace and your heart has fallen low.
I cannot look into your eyes without feeling despair, and this is how I know that we must end.
You must vanish once again, become ignited with the air that I breathe.
Peace will rule again and my head will clear of rainy clouds.