Cold and stone marked my comings and goings,
mornings and nights,
successes and failures,
loves and losses.
I came (back) here with hopes of finding you,
crawling inside the scent of you, until we breathed as one.
You lost me, and found me, and lost me again,
taking a piece each time you left.
I drink to your oblivion, and smoke to the faded beauty, I still see when I look at you,
when you touch me.
Caressing parts you know so well…
I buckle from your touch.