Smoking with your voice,

You wrap the present before boarding,

And I wonder what it looks like on the screen.

Is it loneliness?

Or a diary of lost memories?

A part of me left empty as you leave.

Not romantic enough to chase after the wind.

Too distracted to declare independence from the house

I give no faith in.

Snow turns into rain falling on my leather jacket.

And we both stop pretending.

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