Secondhand Smoke

She left fingerprints all over your soul. You say you're healed,

that you're finally whole. But you flinch when I touch you a certain

way. And you go quiet in the middle of the day.

I'm fighting a ghost that isn't even here. She's whispering doubts

inside of your ear. I'm choking on secondhand smoke. From a fire

that burned out long ago. You say you extinguished the flame, but you still

call out her name. I'm trying to breathe. Trying to stay.

But this secondhand smoke won't go away. I'm not her, I need you