Of Age

A memory of the time when you still lived in my reflection
Through these lines of treason, I sought space
Stay where you are
Your photos were everything
Denial, comforting the vastness of this loss
In dreaming, I found peace
We’ve grown apart
But it still stings to carve your name
A vacant house
A silent life
Your swollen eyes shut
You’re skin and bone
«Being» gets put off