The night comes to me in layers,
sneaking under the blanket,
stealing moment in the seconds
my world gets a little too quiet
Comes with it
what was denied during the day —
my fear and dismay,
tears and the keepsake of yesterday,
the thought of you and places faraway
This was never about your demise,
I wanted to tell you
This was about the pretenses
and your living death
until behind the looking-glass,
there was no longer you
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