19.07.25
One day without us
to singing songs,
more important than speech
empathy your language
lie in it
ringing out the images
you keep them closed to skin
they don’t detach
from you’re content
listen secret voice
say one more thing
& I’ll likely grow immune
or drop off beyond life think
of that twitching blame forever
in the chests white fragile
lips & children grey curtains slowly
fade & look strange in the morning light
behind the eyes the faint light
that flickers from nice person
