A Synthetic Soul

Second Hand

My sweet, so strange to see your destruction.
Consuming most of all, killing me softly as well.
So small, slipping hardly noticed and still,
I'm not believing all I've seen to be real.
But still, I pretend time is letting go too.

You're my only one, that I feel lasts inside.
Thick and thin, I remember all our smiles.
Not coming off or letting down like you think.
Not coming down or letting off like it seems.

Returning again to my life.
Again in early forms of twilight.
Left alone for another day and night.
Letting this breath slip slower than most.
Still wanting to taste and hold.

Do you see what I leave behind.
Leaving me cold, alone again.
Like I'm only the smoke you can't hold in.
Just around to taste and stand.
Not seeing the fumes are second hand.




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