Tongue-tied and
tired-eyed.
Half smiles
all the time.
Shadowed faces
Hollow cheeks
Neon signs
I'm getting weak.
Flashing like
a lightning strike
or a television
of muted images.
Blank stares
hold vacant thoughts.
But I remember
once more.
We tell each other words
To remember and reassure,
that everything one day
will be fine.
My story was not immortality,
My story was a lie.
