A memory of the time when you still lived in my reflection, Through this line of treason, I sought space. Stay where you are. Your photos were everything. Denial, comforting the vastness of this loss. In dreaming, I found peace. We've grown apart. But still, it stings to carve your name. A vacant house, A silent life, Your swollen eyes shut, You're skin and bone. "Being" gets put off.