I clasped my hand to my face
For a deep inhale of the remnants of you,
Pervasive enough to have sunk through
Cold leather.

Convinced that making me feel ugly
And stupid were the
Side effects of
Unrequited affection.

Perhaps it was speaking to
Your Other that brought
Realization that under this Yellow sun,
You grew not the same as us.

Perhaps it was your words of
Utter anger which whispered in me a
Sigh of relief.  Your absence
Makes us sane.
 

~Jan Brian Vis