Removed.

Slip on the coat and buckle
And fasten. Outdate the latest
Fashion. Taste the ink that's
On the paper. Feel alive tonight.
Make some sense of this mess
Keep your faith but don't you
Hold on to it too tightly, for
It'll be pried from your fingers

Passing notes on airlines
Paper airplanes en route
To their final destinations.
Making their final approach.

When you wake up in the morning
And take a sip from your glass of
Water and that one first drag from
Your cigarette can you find it in
Yourself to come clean from everything?
Scrub meticulously in the shower but
The stench doesn't come off. Remove
That conversation from your thoughts.

Burn it like it never existed
Like all of the dresses and
All of the bridges you crossed
Only to be stranded on an island.

Bury yourself.
In trenches.