Echolocation

I have dreamed
I’ve dreamed your image
I’ve begun to believe
You have ceased to exist
In the tangible world
The blistering humming
We sleep
Thousands of bats
Feral, flesh hungry
Should I let them in Or sell off the property
Incise the infection
Invite their protection
The lines in your face
The taste of your body
If I floated away
Would you still recognize me Or maybe you don’t
No reason to go Embrace it alone
Or just close the window
A phantom reflection
A faint recollection
Incise the infection
Invite their protection