Carbon Intuition

The windows are dirty.....all I can see are your fingerprints. These small smudges reminding me that you're gone. It's the only evidence of your existence that I have left. The dust has built up because I refuse to clean off your print. It would only take a simple swipe and you could be gone, forgotten, DEAD TO ME...
And I could be alive and FREE. 

But instead I'll continue to sit in this fogged up car inhaling carbon monoxide and cigarette smoke. Because for the life of me, I just cannot let you go. Even if you are only a memory now....that memory is insanely vivid to me. I am a slave to your acknowledgment; reckless from your disdain...... So I'll continue driving with no destination, just intuition, until I arrive somewhere that feels like home. And you my dear, you feel like the closest thing to home.