soft sounds

basements

stairs and hallways and basements
sketching your face
i still don't know you are permanent
he picked me because he knows
forests are graveyards and nothing in our lives
were permanent

permanence

his shadow leaves and everything is gone
left again with my thoughts and regret
just like last time, like always
his voices won't leave me alone
and so here i stay, and burn up in smoke
in endless quiet
and numbness
again