Hearing you say that this is the last time makes me cringe. A hardened stance against the softer surface, a rush unto me. Under ether-white beds of falling sleep things tread and go with no regard.
You're gone as quick as you came. Don't fall asleep cause I'm in the passenger's seat. Time works to smother you.
a faded gaze
unto a smile
finally at rest
I'm inert while turning forms
clairvoyance could tell, underneath
a shadow lies
brightness to be seen
but only dust traces me
after hovering from when you left
Mirror the image on paper. I'm becoming a diary page, and it isn't any clearer.