We came as shadows under the cracks of doors up the stairs of dwindling age
We evaporated like the smoke pressing from your lips, raped of any goodbyes
You wore your voice like a suit, hard skin tailored to fit
I heard you shouting in between the distance of your stare
in a corner at a white mirror
I whispered, I whispered, I asked,
"What happens to time?"
the silence stated,
the silence murmured,
the silence spoke,
gesturing to empty hands that lay like broken nets
keeping nothing in its finger tips
we are all sad inside.
