I dialed your phone,
the other day...

I saw your shadow.
Saw it in the hallway...

I touch your face with my hand,
and my heart stops...

There is smoke in the room.
I breathe it in...

There is smoke in my eye.
It burns, and doesn't stop...

You said it was my fault, and I believed you.
You cried, being so mad, and I hated myself...

(read this one in a whisper)
I walk into this room. It's supposed to be mine...

Usualy, she likes to curl up on the small
sofa in our bdroom to sleep...

I wonder what has happened to me.
The one I love is so unhappy being with me...

I am bound. My desire is my cage. Gilded,
it is not, but the mask I wear is pure...

I kissed you goodbye this morning,
as you slept away your last dream...

I watch you sit across from me,
while you chat on your phone...