Your cracks echo in my mind
You are so nervous, so serene,
Stranded in the crater with your little broom.

"It is okay" you say.

As if the roof still holds you down
As if the stars are not eating at the walls.
I don't mind.

I see you through the looking glass.
so decayed, what did you see?
You are perfectly, horribly
well kept.

You are a stone at the bottom of the ocean.
I skim the surface, trying to catch your call.
But the water is thick. The water is black and full of hooks.

You beckon to me, yet we cannot float.
My brightness dims, in your silhouette

So I stay still.
I become a pebble. I become pure.
I turn to look back to the shore,
Where the lights are warm and the people wander.
There is no where to go, there is no way to stay.

I would mind.
The strain is a clean sheet.
You wrap me in it, cold and discreet.
I let you go.
And we sink to the ocean floor.