words fail when they are needed most, illusions blind and demons deafen
there was stillness, just calm – a life half lived, but it was quiet. just how I like it.
I see you stumbling, wondering how it all fell, and which bits of detritus to pick up.
You see me looking, watching you trying to deflect: I am trying to see you.
I do want to ask you where you went, but I also need to know when you got here.