Hearing you say that this is the last time makes me cringe. A hardened stance against the softer surface, a rush unto me. Under ether-white beds of falling Sleep things tread and go with no regard. You're gone as quick as you came. Don't fall asleep cause I'm in the passenger's seat. Time works to smother you. A faded gaze Unto a smile Finally at rest I'm inert while turning forms Clairvoyance could tell, underneath A shadow lies Brightness to be seen But only dust traces me After hovering from when you left Mirror the image on paper. I'm becoming a diary page, and it isn't any clearer.