This Medicine is bitter
The smell of incense tricks you into thinking it is sweet
The smoke of remembering our past is bitter.
What did you think?
That our coming together would be delicious?
One must first mourn
the death of what was
before delighting in the birth of the new.
I’m now better
Infusing this Space
Lonely memories of you
After holding my breath all throughout your stay.
Goodbye, my sweet.
You’ve healed me.