I focus on the lint lines on your black coat. Black boots. Black mascara. Black, black black … It’s all gone.
You’ve lost your shine, you’re always tired.
Your routine is your new mould, has it been my fault that you’re repeating like this?
the candle light flickers as it fights to stay alight.
Empty in your eyes, I swim through a dry river singing a sad song, lost in your mind.