Smoke-
that is all you can see from the window pane
of this two store apartment you only bought
to feel her love.
Whiskey stains-
that is all you can feel underneath you
as you try to savor the last moments
she has left you with.
Broken glass-
you know it is there because it shines
at the crinkle edge of your eyes,
leaving a trail of a mad painter's lies.
Love-
the reason you got in the mess,
but she is gone and
you don't know how to breathe again.
The Next door neighbour-
who brings you cookies
and the vicous cycle starts again.
