all the words

all that's left are memories and souvenirs...but it's ok
i don't mind
while the morning is lonely and cold
the cup is warm, the thought is sweet
and all those words that were said, linger.

the words.
they move around, they form a cloud
and stay floating in the room
for me to smoke them all
for me to kill them all
i just let them be
for time is fair
and comes with ease.