Smoke

It's the pieces that are missing
They ruin the whole fucking picture
Now there are trenches bursting
Bombarding the dry land
Taking with the deception of borrowment
I was foolish to think we were infinity
Like the barricades built inside would vaporize the water
Extinguishing the candles
You were a wick I was not ready to blow out so soon
Your slippery and famished smoke does not bother to linger
You do not dwell in spaces that were once home
I am left only with oxygen screaming reminders of your lacking
Of fulfillment
I am starving
Running away with a penny in your pocket
And I am begging for change