Negative

I wrote these few lines today and I don't fully understand what they mean or if it's lyrics or a poem but it just came to me, sporadically, like so much of the shit that goes round and round my head.

Sometimes even the desert goes cold,

And then what will you do?

Your quiet suffering is devoid of meaning

Now that I've gone.

I burnt all your clothes

Watching the funeral pyre take away

Your smell up to the sky.

I thought after that you would stop haunting me.

But I still feel your cruel words.