Lost XLIV


  
The pain, drifts
Like a puff of smoke that billows in the air
Is it really the pain that it kills?
Merely masking a moment in time
Disappearing
To breathe
Without the thought of you
But it doesn’t work that way
It actually turns
Appearing
From all the thoughts of misery
To those of being happy
Being high for a time does not help
It fades
The losses in life
Where being in love is the cruelest
At trying to forget
You
You
Yes you, danced into my head
Moved in and stroked my heart
No amount of weed could ever tear us apart
It keeps us together
If I am the marijuana
You are the smoke that lifts from breathing ganja
Every thought exploding in my head
Comes from you
Until I’m dead

Ax