"Whenever I hear goodbyes, reminds me baby of you I break down and cry, next time I'll be true, yeah" -- XX

the dimming window ripples into focus

and I try to find

Only specters stare back now

Sh—

                                                Shh—

shhudder 

and I try to find

myself in reflections 

melting into

Too much

I can only

feel

and I try to skin

myself

to find—

I don't bleed

but decrescendo

into

and the music

the music

don't feel like

before

In it I find

the last to revive

is me