I swallowed your essence
in a cloud of white haze
and now our coalescence
will last out the dark days
but I find myself choking
on this sudden shift of soul,
one half of me is smoking
the other to a black hole.
Change can be a welcome cloud,
rain can clear away dust
but it can also enshroud
and turn solid thoughts to rust.
I see I have been raining;
I don't know if it's wanted
when the change is so draining
the morning sun becomes daunted.
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