Sometimes, there is a burning in the back of the throat

I always wonder why, but then I remember

We used to share the same air

Breathe the same smoke

Say the same words

And now inhaling is exhausting

The frosted air is tense

Bitter responses

Slicing words

Trapping

The air that used to blossom dies beneath me

Feeling intoxicating little deaths every night

Lying still, breathing in murderously

Flowers between my hands

My grave is my home

All alone

Hailing cabs as collections of headlights burn the street

When the rain falls I remember feeling again

Then the lights flash to see the drops

And swallow what you used to be

The city is dying

Forget it

I never said I wanted you to be mine

But somehow you were, and now

I just see the city, the rain

The flowers, the shame

I see it all in the air

It's over for me

Though you are

Everything