A half a cup of tea on the table
An old pair of shoes near the door...

Concentrated smiles,
Watered down from the rain...

My connection to humanity
Was severed long ago...

Your words cut like knives castrating our...
As I frantically struggle to glue the pieces back...

I'm not alone,
My reflection is still here...

Standing on this pile of dirt called Earth
Floating in an endless space...

Time, a constant.
Seconds blowing in the winds of yesterday...

Whistling winds blow
between the cracks in these old walls...

Little leaf on its branch
Never fell to the ground...

Pictures fading in their frames
Smiling faces now up in flames...

We could stay in this moment.
Here, just me and you...

This is crushing me,
into a thousand tiny pieces...