Break it up.
Pack the bowl.
Spark.
Inhale.
Exhale.
I exhale you, in a cloud of smoke.
I get a deep sinking feeling in my chest, like rocks have been placed in my lungs.
******.
This isnt what i expected it to be like.
Silent.
I can hear the coyotes howling.
I fear even they know the inevitable.
Crack.
Everyone knows stone breaks with time.
Careless.
I carelessly aloud you to pick at the cracks.
My wall, made of stone, deteriorating before my eyes.
Empty.
No regard, i wasnt what you were hoping to discover.
Rather than shiny riches, i was an ancient artifact.
Too frail to be touched, too worn to be understood.
Gone.
Just like that, you disappear.
Who knew smoke clouds held such emotions.
******.
My late night thoughts of you
