Sitting, bleeding
cutting you out...

Red, blue, black--
cars streak by...

I wonder if
I really am...

I think somewhere in all this
subcutaneous earth...

Take a cloth
and slide it across my skin...

Empty
empty...

I feel the rain
and I wonder...

There, just at the end of your strained vision, a...
And in that moment of seeing, an impossible choice...

We were floating away,
ethereal like the shimmer of sun...

Silence
as I stand under the spray...

I can hear the strumming
in the background of my life...

I am a ghost to your reality
when I am not there...