I used a piece of your hair to tie a trash bag closed.
And then I left it on the side of the road.
It was sitting on my door step when I got home.
I took it to a field and set it on fire.
I woke up the next morning bruised and blistered.
I took a shower to wash off the dead skin and when I got out I was covered in raw flesh.
I walked downstairs to call you and stained my carpet with every step,
My bones crumbled half the way down the stairs so I took a nap,
I woke up 2 years later without your kisses like bandages,
You're a ghost and you're dust and you're a collection of stars that burnt out ages ago.
I am the bottom of the ocean.