Smoking About You

I have been smoking a lot lately. Smoking about you. Smoking joints not rolled by you.
It breaks my heart every fucking time.
And lately I been hearing you vividly and seeing your face.

I picked up my bones from ashes today. Trying to put everything together that you left scattered about.
I can hardly feel my anything.
There’s not enough poems to heal me.

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