wide awake it's 4am
an empty bed, wrinkled covers
slowly the smell of you is fading from my life, my world
close my eyes and take another hit
try to invision the past tense
this time the edges are all blurry
there is no darkness, only the light
that lit up my eyes with each soft word, gentle caress
reality only a concept woven of dreams and lies
a shudder runs down my spine as I take another hit
finally the tears begin to fall
smile amist my weeping as I begin to laugh
my memories that fuel my tears
to match the fire you set in my heart
neither to be extuinguished
so close I hold this to me
and I take another hit

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