Burned out cigarettes linger in the ashtray Volatile remains of a ran down affection;
Ripped up post it notes, lovely words inked on them to express emotions my tired lips can’t convey.
A bitter reminder of a long lost connection, Left on the ground, no one around, with fists full of ashes;
Trying not to make a sound, choked out whimpers leaving my mouth;
Heavy, salty tears weighting on my lashes Rolling down my cheeks, the only way to give back some life to this love drought.