The smoke you left

What value I have,

Like a chocolate wrapper,

Or Like an underrated comic,

You never had an answer,

My eyelashes know the taste of tears,

My ears know the poison of your words,

But,

My heart still believes you,

It searches for your cologne,

My life wants to experience you,

Like my desires touched by your saliva,

The moanings of us in the diaspora,

It yearns to breathe you,

or at least the smoke you left.