Wrestling with the sea
The wind is passing, passing
Clashing with waters
With it comes a follower,
Rain, brewing another storm

raindrops streaming, streaming down her windowsill
falling from the clouds, the wind wrestles against the trees
each droplet, a dying breath
each droplet, a taste of death

teardrops streaming, streaming down her cheek
falling from her eyes, her breath struggles to free
each droplet, a woo of sorrow
each droplet, a life will he borrow

she was a song
so I will become a broken recorder
and learn each lyric and each chord
so I could play her song
again and again,
again and again

I wish to conceal you
Rescue you from the world
With these rough calloused hands
In this colorful clamor of silent poetry

She is his cigarette, so intoxicating and addictive that he consumed it all. Uncontrollable, he yearns for more, draining her of her all. Little by little, she is graying and her life is almost used up, but it is too late. She is gone, but with her lingering toxins and chemicals in his system, she has become a disease.