In the Wind
The cigarette ashes carry the memory of you when the wind blows them away from me.
Yesterday morning I started to be able to keep down what I eat.
Trauma blocking is starting to take place.
It's only been a week, I already have a hazy remembrance of your face.
It wasn't love I felt.
No, I was traumatically bond and addicted to turning to you for help.
A blessing in disguise.
What I learned from you is truth in the words,
"Love never dies."