I said it once in ‘99
A joke that aged like turpentine
Still plays on loop behind my eyes
Like it’s some kind of greatest hit
I called that teacher “mum” in class
Tripped on my words, then tried to pass
Off shame as charm, but time’s amassed
A gallery I can’t forget
I’ve got a brain that won’t forgive
It curates every slip I’ve lived
A whispering moment in my head
Guided tours of things I said
I lay awake in silent dread
Rehearsing lines I should’ve said
Mistakes like fossils in my chest
Preserved in layers of unrest
I wish I could just take a break
From my museum of mistakes
No one remembers but I do
Each flinch, each cringe, each shade of blue
I’m haunted by the minor scenes
That play like tragic movie dreams
I lay awake, the past won’t fade
It’s carved in stone, it won’t degrade
Mistakes like fossils in my chest
Still echo louder than the rest
I wish I could just take a break
From my museum of mistakes
But I’m the only one who pays
Admission every day
A joke that aged like turpentine
Still plays on loop behind my eyes
Like it’s some kind of greatest hit
I called that teacher “mum” in class
Tripped on my words, then tried to pass
Off shame as charm, but time’s amassed
A gallery I can’t forget
I’ve got a brain that won’t forgive
It curates every slip I’ve lived
A whispering moment in my head
Guided tours of things I said
I lay awake in silent dread
Rehearsing lines I should’ve said
Mistakes like fossils in my chest
Preserved in layers of unrest
I wish I could just take a break
From my museum of mistakes
No one remembers but I do
Each flinch, each cringe, each shade of blue
I’m haunted by the minor scenes
That play like tragic movie dreams
I lay awake, the past won’t fade
It’s carved in stone, it won’t degrade
Mistakes like fossils in my chest
Still echo louder than the rest
I wish I could just take a break
From my museum of mistakes
But I’m the only one who pays
Admission every day
damn, thats what its like in my head.
One from my writing thread in return for the awesome recent posts
The Cracked Mask
Moving forwards a happy smile upon my face,
I greet the people I know within this place.
Wishing well and telling jokes,
But my smile is just a hoax.
Flirting words and sexual jest,
Actions that look natural at best.
Posting lyrics of a favoured song,
As the falsehoods fall from my tongue.
At a glance I seem totally carefree
The illusion I create so carefully
To keep the pain locked away inside
The broken heart I need to hide.
Porcelain features that do not show
The real me that lays below
Polished cheeks of ivory white
Convince everyone I am alright.
As another wound adds to my fear,
Lines of black begin to appear.
For under the strain of this task
Cracks appear in this doll's mask.
The Cracked Mask
Moving forwards a happy smile upon my face,
I greet the people I know within this place.
Wishing well and telling jokes,
But my smile is just a hoax.
Flirting words and sexual jest,
Actions that look natural at best.
Posting lyrics of a favoured song,
As the falsehoods fall from my tongue.
At a glance I seem totally carefree
The illusion I create so carefully
To keep the pain locked away inside
The broken heart I need to hide.
Porcelain features that do not show
The real me that lays below
Polished cheeks of ivory white
Convince everyone I am alright.
As another wound adds to my fear,
Lines of black begin to appear.
For under the strain of this task
Cracks appear in this doll's mask.
Your roar
There’s no roar now
just the soft ache
where it used to live.
Your voice faded slow,
like a fire turning to ash.
I still wake
to the echo of your breath,
and listen...
hoping it might turn back into you.
There’s no roar now
just the soft ache
where it used to live.
Your voice faded slow,
like a fire turning to ash.
I still wake
to the echo of your breath,
and listen...
hoping it might turn back into you.
Dragon-Drendal
Resident
Starry Eyes
Upon the window a starry night doth hang,
And though the dim light constant,
I find it somewhat strange.
For what purpose does it serve,
what reason could there be,
Sure the common answers are there,
But is it really all there is to see?
Little tiny lights dance,
All across the sky,
And yet always out of reach,
No matter how much we were to try.
That all changed,
In her eyes they danced the same,
The dim lights that I once found strange,
Now seemed possible to claim.
Into her gaze I would often stare,
Day by passing day,
Not a worry, not a care,
Unaware the light would be taken away.
As quickly as the feeling rose,
An end had come to be,
The warmth now froze,
Why take her light when it should have had been me.
"Time heals all" often on repeat,
"Everything has a reason" I tire of hearing this,
The anguish of defeat,
Never again to feel her kiss.
Wishing I did not understand once again,
I now find myself starring into the twinkling sky,
Wondering which one she might be,
My love with starry eyes.
Upon the window a starry night doth hang,
And though the dim light constant,
I find it somewhat strange.
For what purpose does it serve,
what reason could there be,
Sure the common answers are there,
But is it really all there is to see?
Little tiny lights dance,
All across the sky,
And yet always out of reach,
No matter how much we were to try.
That all changed,
In her eyes they danced the same,
The dim lights that I once found strange,
Now seemed possible to claim.
Into her gaze I would often stare,
Day by passing day,
Not a worry, not a care,
Unaware the light would be taken away.
As quickly as the feeling rose,
An end had come to be,
The warmth now froze,
Why take her light when it should have had been me.
"Time heals all" often on repeat,
"Everything has a reason" I tire of hearing this,
The anguish of defeat,
Never again to feel her kiss.
Wishing I did not understand once again,
I now find myself starring into the twinkling sky,
Wondering which one she might be,
My love with starry eyes.
The Night Forgets
The world keeps its breath
and I keep my ache
Sleep hovers like mercy
I can almost touch
If silence were a place
I’d live there
a house of shadows
where nothing asks
and nothing stays
The world keeps its breath
and I keep my ache
Sleep hovers like mercy
I can almost touch
If silence were a place
I’d live there
a house of shadows
where nothing asks
and nothing stays
I keep your name beneath my tongue,
a ghost of warmth where words once clung.
The sun still rises, but it seems
to pale beneath forgotten dreams.
The bed remembers how you lay—
its hollow curves still shape the day.
I wake, but not from sleep, it seems;
I drift through hours, stitched by seams.
The mirror doesn’t meet my eyes,
it flinches back, the glass denies.
The world outside hums soft and slow,
but I’ve no heart to let it know.
Love left, and with it went my hue,
the sky turned grey, the moments few.
I talk to silence, call it friend,
and wait for nights that never end.
Yet somewhere past this heavy air,
I hope you breathe—I hope you care.
For though I’m lost, and shadows stay,
I’m still the light you took away.
a ghost of warmth where words once clung.
The sun still rises, but it seems
to pale beneath forgotten dreams.
The bed remembers how you lay—
its hollow curves still shape the day.
I wake, but not from sleep, it seems;
I drift through hours, stitched by seams.
The mirror doesn’t meet my eyes,
it flinches back, the glass denies.
The world outside hums soft and slow,
but I’ve no heart to let it know.
Love left, and with it went my hue,
the sky turned grey, the moments few.
I talk to silence, call it friend,
and wait for nights that never end.
Yet somewhere past this heavy air,
I hope you breathe—I hope you care.
For though I’m lost, and shadows stay,
I’m still the light you took away.
For my Leo who always saw the best in me.
Carry
I carry you not in my hands
but in the quiet fold of my heart
where your voice hums like morning light
through the fog of my weary thoughts
When the road grows long and my feet forget
what forward means
I find you there
a pulse beneath the ache
a warmth beneath the cold
You are not gone not distant
you are the breath between my fears
the echo that steadies my voice
when I whisper it to the dark
Your strength has learned my shape
woven itself through every scar
so when I rise trembling but unbroken
it is your courage that lifts me
I carry you
not as memory
but as marrow
as light that does not fade
when the night begins again.
Carry
I carry you not in my hands
but in the quiet fold of my heart
where your voice hums like morning light
through the fog of my weary thoughts
When the road grows long and my feet forget
what forward means
I find you there
a pulse beneath the ache
a warmth beneath the cold
You are not gone not distant
you are the breath between my fears
the echo that steadies my voice
when I whisper it to the dark
Your strength has learned my shape
woven itself through every scar
so when I rise trembling but unbroken
it is your courage that lifts me
I carry you
not as memory
but as marrow
as light that does not fade
when the night begins again.
Something I've written for today. No offense intended.
Mud and rain, the cold bites deep,
Letters home I cannot keep.
Names and faces fade to grey,
But we hold the line another day.
The guns don’t rest, they scream our names,
Heaven’s tears fall through the flames.
In this trench, our souls confined,
We pray for peace we’ll never find.
Lest we forget, the fallen cry,
Beneath the same dark, thundered sky.
We gave our youth, our hearts, our breath,
To silence war, to conquer death.
Lest we forget, through time’s regret,
We lived, we loved — don’t let them forget.
A photograph, a tattered song,
Reminds me what I’m fighting for.
A mother’s voice, a sweet refrain,
Echoes softly through the pain.
The dawn breaks red, the whistles blow,
We climb where angels fear to go.
One step more through smoke and fire,
For home, for love, for one desire.
Lest we forget, the fallen cry,
Beneath the same dark, thundered sky.
We gave our youth, our hearts, our breath,
To silence war, to conquer death.
Lest we forget, through time’s regret,
We lived, we loved — don’t let them forget.
If I should fall, don’t cry for me,
I’ll rest where poppies kiss the sea.
My name may fade, but still I’ll stay,
In freedom’s heart, I’ll find my way.
Lest we forget, the price we paid,
The blood that freedom’s hands have made.
Through whispered wind and shadowed dawn,
Remember us — though we are gone.
Lest we forget, through tears unmet,
We gave it all — lest we forget.
Mud and rain, the cold bites deep,
Letters home I cannot keep.
Names and faces fade to grey,
But we hold the line another day.
The guns don’t rest, they scream our names,
Heaven’s tears fall through the flames.
In this trench, our souls confined,
We pray for peace we’ll never find.
Lest we forget, the fallen cry,
Beneath the same dark, thundered sky.
We gave our youth, our hearts, our breath,
To silence war, to conquer death.
Lest we forget, through time’s regret,
We lived, we loved — don’t let them forget.
A photograph, a tattered song,
Reminds me what I’m fighting for.
A mother’s voice, a sweet refrain,
Echoes softly through the pain.
The dawn breaks red, the whistles blow,
We climb where angels fear to go.
One step more through smoke and fire,
For home, for love, for one desire.
Lest we forget, the fallen cry,
Beneath the same dark, thundered sky.
We gave our youth, our hearts, our breath,
To silence war, to conquer death.
Lest we forget, through time’s regret,
We lived, we loved — don’t let them forget.
If I should fall, don’t cry for me,
I’ll rest where poppies kiss the sea.
My name may fade, but still I’ll stay,
In freedom’s heart, I’ll find my way.
Lest we forget, the price we paid,
The blood that freedom’s hands have made.
Through whispered wind and shadowed dawn,
Remember us — though we are gone.
Lest we forget, through tears unmet,
We gave it all — lest we forget.
They said, “Look after him, he’s new,” one September day,
A quiet kid with fiery hair and skin so pale and grey,
He smiled like he’d been through wars I couldn’t understand,
Carried pills in his trouser pocket, trembling in his hand.
We shared a desk, drew spaceships, and talked about the stars,
He laughed so hard it hurt his chest
he never got that far.
Oh Joe, where did you go?
One Friday you went home, and never came back, no.
The playground fell quiet, even the teachers cried slow,
When they planted that tree for a boy named Joe.
Your dad came down in his Sunday coat, with eyes like open wounds,
He thanked us all for being kind — the wind hummed out of tune.
They let me hold the shovel, said, “Son, you dig the start,”
And I swear that tree grew roots straight through my heart.
I still see your face in the clouds above the school,
We were kids just playing — life can be so cruel.
Oh Joe, where did you go?
One Friday you went home, and never came back, no.
The headmaster whispered, “He’s at peace now, you know,”
While I watered that tree for a boy named Joe.
Years later I passed that gate, the paint still flaked and thin,
The tree stood proud, like you grew tall again.
And I thought about the promise we made — “mates until we’re old,”
Guess you kept it in the soil, while I just kept the cold.
Oh Joe, I hope you know,
We never forgot, we just learned to let go.
And the leaves still dance when the soft winds blow,
Over the memory of a boy named Joe.
Yeah, the leaves still dance when the soft winds blow,
For the pale-skinned boy I once knew —
Joe.
A quiet kid with fiery hair and skin so pale and grey,
He smiled like he’d been through wars I couldn’t understand,
Carried pills in his trouser pocket, trembling in his hand.
We shared a desk, drew spaceships, and talked about the stars,
He laughed so hard it hurt his chest
he never got that far.
Oh Joe, where did you go?
One Friday you went home, and never came back, no.
The playground fell quiet, even the teachers cried slow,
When they planted that tree for a boy named Joe.
Your dad came down in his Sunday coat, with eyes like open wounds,
He thanked us all for being kind — the wind hummed out of tune.
They let me hold the shovel, said, “Son, you dig the start,”
And I swear that tree grew roots straight through my heart.
I still see your face in the clouds above the school,
We were kids just playing — life can be so cruel.
Oh Joe, where did you go?
One Friday you went home, and never came back, no.
The headmaster whispered, “He’s at peace now, you know,”
While I watered that tree for a boy named Joe.
Years later I passed that gate, the paint still flaked and thin,
The tree stood proud, like you grew tall again.
And I thought about the promise we made — “mates until we’re old,”
Guess you kept it in the soil, while I just kept the cold.
Oh Joe, I hope you know,
We never forgot, we just learned to let go.
And the leaves still dance when the soft winds blow,
Over the memory of a boy named Joe.
Yeah, the leaves still dance when the soft winds blow,
For the pale-skinned boy I once knew —
Joe.
A picture once crystal clear
becomes a jigsaw in reverse—
piece by piece the image undone
until only hints remain,
echoes of something
once so much more.
A favorite woolly jumper,
tightly knit, warm and sure,
meant for comfort—
until a snag catches,
a single thread tugged free.
The fabric loosens,
the pattern falters,
unmaking itself
in quiet loops and spirals,
leaving only the shape of something
you almost remember
becomes a jigsaw in reverse—
piece by piece the image undone
until only hints remain,
echoes of something
once so much more.
A favorite woolly jumper,
tightly knit, warm and sure,
meant for comfort—
until a snag catches,
a single thread tugged free.
The fabric loosens,
the pattern falters,
unmaking itself
in quiet loops and spirals,
leaving only the shape of something
you almost remember
Another page turned, another year without you.
Each year I get older; you don’t.
The gap between us shrinks.
Once, your voice lived inside my questions—
a beacon in the dark.
Your smile or frown answered before any words arrived.
Your guidance comes slower now, blurry at the edges,
no longer the solution to my problems.
I don’t know the answer—
or maybe I don’t want to.
All I know is, I just want to talk.
Each year I get older; you don’t.
The gap between us shrinks.
Once, your voice lived inside my questions—
a beacon in the dark.
Your smile or frown answered before any words arrived.
Your guidance comes slower now, blurry at the edges,
no longer the solution to my problems.
I don’t know the answer—
or maybe I don’t want to.
All I know is, I just want to talk.
Untitled.
I move among them
voices rising like beacons
I cannot quite reach
Their laughter fills the air
warm as breath on glass
but I stay cold
on the other side
They speak in colors
I used to know
reds of closeness
yellows of ease
but everything reaches me
washed-out, distant
as if through rain blurred windows
My smile still appears
when summoned
a practiced echo of belonging
Inside the quiet stretches
a long hallway
with no doors to knock on
Yet sometimes
a gesture flickers
a hand on my arm
a question asked softly
and for a moment
the fog thins
I don’t step through
not yet
But I watch the light
and I wait
hoping one day
the world will feel close enough
to touch again.
I move among them
voices rising like beacons
I cannot quite reach
Their laughter fills the air
warm as breath on glass
but I stay cold
on the other side
They speak in colors
I used to know
reds of closeness
yellows of ease
but everything reaches me
washed-out, distant
as if through rain blurred windows
My smile still appears
when summoned
a practiced echo of belonging
Inside the quiet stretches
a long hallway
with no doors to knock on
Yet sometimes
a gesture flickers
a hand on my arm
a question asked softly
and for a moment
the fog thins
I don’t step through
not yet
But I watch the light
and I wait
hoping one day
the world will feel close enough
to touch again.
And I float
Device of my own undoing it seems
Creator and killer of beautiful dreams
You hold me, console me, ever renew me
And then, in a whisper, completely undo me
And I float
Adrift in a sea of lullabies and dreams
Adrift in a sea of blood-curdling screams
A sweet song you give me, I dance on the wind
Then you cut off the music and break me again
And I float
You lurk and you stalk, as I egg-shell walk
Awaiting the switch-flip, forever in hush
Hoping that one day you’ll heed me some mercy
And choose to cradle what you so often crush
Device of my own undoing it seems
Creator and killer of beautiful dreams
You hold me, console me, ever renew me
And then, in a whisper, completely undo me
And I float
Adrift in a sea of lullabies and dreams
Adrift in a sea of blood-curdling screams
A sweet song you give me, I dance on the wind
Then you cut off the music and break me again
And I float
You lurk and you stalk, as I egg-shell walk
Awaiting the switch-flip, forever in hush
Hoping that one day you’ll heed me some mercy
And choose to cradle what you so often crush
I wake up with that heavyweight heart,
Pullin’ me down before the day even starts.
Smile on my face like I practiced it well,
But it cracks at the edges , yeah, you can probably tell.
And I laugh it off, like I always do,
Make a joke of the pain so it won’t show through.
But nobody sees when the lights all fade,
I’m the one backstage, stuck in the shade.
’Cause I’m the punchline,
The one you laugh at, not the one you stand beside.
Trying to keep my head above the dark tide,
While everyone’s busy watching the show.
Yeah, I’m the punchline,
And honestly? I’m tired of acting like I’m fine.
But maybe one day I’ll rewrite the script,
And stop feeling like a joke.
Always the “fun one” in everybody’s eyes,
But the truth gets lost under all my disguise.
I’m screaming inside but it comes out quiet,
Emotions in a cage, I’m too scared to riot.
So I laugh again, keep the world amused,
Like if I stop smiling, I’ll just be bad news.
But I’m breaking down in the space between
The person I show and the one unseen.
’Cause I’m the punchline,
The one you laugh at, not the one you stand beside.
Trying to keep my head above the dark tide,
While everyone’s busy watching the show.
Yeah, I’m the punchline,
And honestly? I’m tired of acting like I’m fine.
But maybe one day I’ll rewrite the script,
And stop feeling like a joke.
But maybe the joke’s on them, you know?
They never saw the storms I had to outgrow.
Maybe one day they’ll hear my voice,
Not the laugh track covering all my noise.
I’m not the punchline,
I’m someone trying to hold on through the long nights.
I’m someone learning how to fight for my own light,
Even when I feel alone.
No, I’m not the punchline,
I’m more than all the pain I kept inside.
And maybe someday I’ll finally believe
I was never a joke.
Pullin’ me down before the day even starts.
Smile on my face like I practiced it well,
But it cracks at the edges , yeah, you can probably tell.
And I laugh it off, like I always do,
Make a joke of the pain so it won’t show through.
But nobody sees when the lights all fade,
I’m the one backstage, stuck in the shade.
’Cause I’m the punchline,
The one you laugh at, not the one you stand beside.
Trying to keep my head above the dark tide,
While everyone’s busy watching the show.
Yeah, I’m the punchline,
And honestly? I’m tired of acting like I’m fine.
But maybe one day I’ll rewrite the script,
And stop feeling like a joke.
Always the “fun one” in everybody’s eyes,
But the truth gets lost under all my disguise.
I’m screaming inside but it comes out quiet,
Emotions in a cage, I’m too scared to riot.
So I laugh again, keep the world amused,
Like if I stop smiling, I’ll just be bad news.
But I’m breaking down in the space between
The person I show and the one unseen.
’Cause I’m the punchline,
The one you laugh at, not the one you stand beside.
Trying to keep my head above the dark tide,
While everyone’s busy watching the show.
Yeah, I’m the punchline,
And honestly? I’m tired of acting like I’m fine.
But maybe one day I’ll rewrite the script,
And stop feeling like a joke.
But maybe the joke’s on them, you know?
They never saw the storms I had to outgrow.
Maybe one day they’ll hear my voice,
Not the laugh track covering all my noise.
I’m not the punchline,
I’m someone trying to hold on through the long nights.
I’m someone learning how to fight for my own light,
Even when I feel alone.
No, I’m not the punchline,
I’m more than all the pain I kept inside.
And maybe someday I’ll finally believe
I was never a joke.
Broken, you gathered my pieces,
became the bond that held.
When I had nowhere to stand,
you were the ground beneath my feet—
quietly steady, never asking to be seen.
You held space for my storms,
taught me to breathe through the cracks.
When my strength was gone, you lent me yours,
believed in me before I could.
Even now, when words fall short
and time feels fragile,
my gratitude remains unshaken.
Whatever paths I walk from here,
your care is woven into who I am—
a kindness I carry forward,
and one I will always honor.
became the bond that held.
When I had nowhere to stand,
you were the ground beneath my feet—
quietly steady, never asking to be seen.
You held space for my storms,
taught me to breathe through the cracks.
When my strength was gone, you lent me yours,
believed in me before I could.
Even now, when words fall short
and time feels fragile,
my gratitude remains unshaken.
Whatever paths I walk from here,
your care is woven into who I am—
a kindness I carry forward,
and one I will always honor.
Woke up in a room that bends at the seams
Clock on the wall keeps laughing at me
My hands shake like they know your name
Every thought’s just a different shade
Streetlights melt into haloed lies
I swear the pavement’s breathing tonight
I tell myself I’m still in control
But control left hours ago
You don’t knock anymore
You just kick in my head
You don’t whisper relief
You just promise I’m dead
You’re everywhere, you’re in my skin
You’re the sin I pray will let me in
You twist the truth till it feels kind
I lose myself just to feel alright
I don’t know who I am without you
And that scares me more than staying ruined
Friends talk slow like they’re underwater
A sheep so lost, thats led to slaughter
I swear I’ll quit, I swear this time
But “forever” feels like a foreign crime
Mirrors lie but they don’t forget
They show me the man I’m trying to outrun yet
I trade tomorrow for a hit of now
Digging a grave and calling it ground
You taste like peace for half a breath
Then you tighten your grip on my neck
You say, “Just one, you’ll be fine”
But one’s just another lie
You’re everywhere, you’re in my veins
You rewrite joy, you rename pain
You make the dark feel warm and safe
Then pull the floor from under my faith
I don’t know how to stand alone
When silence sounds like breaking bones
If I let you go
Who am I then?
Just a ghost in withdrawal
Learning how to exist again
Reality flickers, the colors drain
I don’t trust happiness—it feels fake
But somewhere under the chemical noise
There’s a shaking, half-forgotten voice
I miss myself
I miss my name
I miss waking up without the shame
You’re everywhere but I want out
I want a truth that doesn’t shout
I want a life that doesn’t burn
Every time I try to learn
I don’t know who I am without you
But maybe that’s the point I break through
Hands empty, heart in doubt
Learning how to breathe you out
Reality hurts, but it’s real somehow
And I’m still here
I’m still here now
Clock on the wall keeps laughing at me
My hands shake like they know your name
Every thought’s just a different shade
Streetlights melt into haloed lies
I swear the pavement’s breathing tonight
I tell myself I’m still in control
But control left hours ago
You don’t knock anymore
You just kick in my head
You don’t whisper relief
You just promise I’m dead
You’re everywhere, you’re in my skin
You’re the sin I pray will let me in
You twist the truth till it feels kind
I lose myself just to feel alright
I don’t know who I am without you
And that scares me more than staying ruined
Friends talk slow like they’re underwater
A sheep so lost, thats led to slaughter
I swear I’ll quit, I swear this time
But “forever” feels like a foreign crime
Mirrors lie but they don’t forget
They show me the man I’m trying to outrun yet
I trade tomorrow for a hit of now
Digging a grave and calling it ground
You taste like peace for half a breath
Then you tighten your grip on my neck
You say, “Just one, you’ll be fine”
But one’s just another lie
You’re everywhere, you’re in my veins
You rewrite joy, you rename pain
You make the dark feel warm and safe
Then pull the floor from under my faith
I don’t know how to stand alone
When silence sounds like breaking bones
If I let you go
Who am I then?
Just a ghost in withdrawal
Learning how to exist again
Reality flickers, the colors drain
I don’t trust happiness—it feels fake
But somewhere under the chemical noise
There’s a shaking, half-forgotten voice
I miss myself
I miss my name
I miss waking up without the shame
You’re everywhere but I want out
I want a truth that doesn’t shout
I want a life that doesn’t burn
Every time I try to learn
I don’t know who I am without you
But maybe that’s the point I break through
Hands empty, heart in doubt
Learning how to breathe you out
Reality hurts, but it’s real somehow
And I’m still here
I’m still here now
I died with you
When you left
my body stayed
but the world went silent in my veins
I walk, I breathe
a house with lights still on
and no one living there
When you left
my body stayed
but the world went silent in my veins
I walk, I breathe
a house with lights still on
and no one living there
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