Smoke On The Ceiling

My mind is a scattered mess, as I watch you fade into the distance.

You moved into my heart,

slowly unpacking your things until you felt comfortable and at home,

and just as you found your place in my soul,

you fled,

leaving everything behind.

And now I will leave the door unlocked,

and the window open,

hoping you come home,

even as I watch you build a home in another,

and allow the flame to stay lit,

as the fire you started in me slowly fades into the background,

leaving nothing more,

than traces of smoke,

on the ceiling.