Indica

Hold on now
We're almost there
On the go
I lost your breath

I turned around
And you were gone
Night heard your sound

On the road
You turned to air
I could feel my bed inhale

I heard your cry
In my own voice
I tried to find
Your face in mine

I held your touch
In my form
I held on

I turned around and I was gone
Why turn around when time moves on
Why wait to see? what we saw?
We turn to salt