Black smoke

As I walked in the chilled air, 

It turned mild just for a moment,

And you were mine again.

I saw your hand on the steering wheel 

And caught a whiff of that expensive cologne

You loved to hide behind.

You always smelled good

Looked good too

Tasted even better

But was rotten to the core.

That was the best part about you.

I felt endangered with you,

Living like death could have swept me away in the form of a truck, 

If I even dared to look at you too long.

God knew my grave laid with you.

I think it will benefit you to know,

That the grave we had together, you now lie in alone.

I chose to live

Black smoke.