You reak of chemical ash
I can smell it states away
Rising deep into your lungs
As you take my breath away
I can see the trail of smoke
Gliding high into the air
I can see your breaking heart
As I whisper, "I don't care."

The leaves fast fading
Leave me thinking
Of small deaths I've faced
Of romance and grace
Of faith and of pride

Now lost in the tide
Of my life

I smile and reflect on all
of the small miracles
That were the result
Of every time I had nothing