I have burned you out—
and the smell still lingers in my clothes
So I put some Febreze on that shit and open a window
to air you out.
your ashes and dust nestled in the cracks and corners of my home
as if they had the right to be there.
and you are back, a cloud that makes me sneeze
gasp for air.
So I blow my nose and grab a drink.
I have burned you out,
you still remain as an annoying reminder.
But do not think
that I won’t find another way
to finish what I started.