Exhale You were a gas A blast that vanished There was little of you That I felt rich to possess But the more that I surrounded myself with The essence of everything Your perfume seemed near And I was left standing here Alone in a stadium Filled like my cranium But as abysmal as yours Share:ShareClick to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Skype (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) Related May 15, 2012October 31, 2012 Categories: Poetry