Every shadow holds your clicking teeth.
His death, was that your jealousy?
When I shiver, are you near?
We first met in a mirror.
Feelings of almost understanding, never actualized.
Presence in my lungs, growing…growing…
This fight will end. You’ll continue.
Survival above happiness, neither one affordable.
Something once needed, now, corrosive memory.
Forget me, I am only passing.