Here we are, or is this what we were

The mirror gives off different answers than last week

And the stains in the grass aren’t two by two but faded and shallow

I’ve bit my lips raw holding back words I’d say to you

And kept them tied up with string in secret places I refuse to go

You’re gone like changing seasons and this a paradox in itself

You were such a loving heartbreaker

But this bed is filled with too many lies to sleep at night

And you’re not breathing like you used to.

My life is back on bookshelves

On display and filled with dust

And words upon sentences upon paragraphs

Are backwards and filled with mistrust.

In dark shadows, where the dead men go

I find you there

As a whole, as a whole

And in the shallow waters

Where the lilies bloom

You’ll find me in pieces

Scattered and blown.