Weight of Air

I felt my hands shake when you drove off
Cotton smoke bellowing from the exhaust
Breathing out a question:
«Were yesterday’s actions what was right?»
New daylight, last night’s moon still in sight
And we are all struggling to not give in
To the very lies we get stuck in
Like, «We won’t grown old» or «never wain in energy»
Or «You can’t find love in things you’ve yet to see»
More and more I feel sore
From waking from a dream
Where I realize I’m actually still lonely
And I fall back to my weak stance
Thinking that I still need you here
Fading, fading
A particle that’s barely there
I become the weight of air
I move with each word you exhale
I become the weight of air
I move with each word you exhale
Until nothing is there