Mourning

Biting cold between my teeth
Searing heat behind my eyes
This missing you has me
Perplexed.

Confounded
by strawberries' sweetness
and the moon's pale meekness.
I can't taste luxury
Until I exhale.

Dark smoky haze
Instead of a blaze
When I watch for a face that I know.

Vodka or brandy or
Rootbeer or candy
I'm empty as soon as I'm full.

The end.