Sometimes
I can smell in the air what used to be.
Some days, the wind carries it
And it treacherously finds its way to me.

The very moment it's ripped from me,
I'm left wounded and scratching at.
I fight the air with all my strength,
Screaming at it and beating at it
Because it fooled me.

Sometimes
the sunset is just right,
And just for a moment
it sends me home.

It's lethal and a weapon of mass destruction.
Because it slowly fades away
As if It never was
But burns me as it will forever last.

Sometimes
I feel whole again.
Sometimes
Things seem to be fitted in the right places.

Sometimes
I'm pathetic and actually believe things as beautiful as those are true.