Inclament weather these trash fires are,good day to you ma'am

Yearning of your memory,
your personality
fades from my mind unwillingly.

so these gold and blue metallic heart shaped balloons
floating over filthy call center cubicles
make me convulse in a maelstroms blue
and blacken my mind with virtual ink;

the sleepy feeling that rolls over my cheeks,
rolls over my eyes sinking in from decomposition.
you remind me of death
and I embrace it quietly
with every fathom of my being.