It's coming off you

White hot what abouts for me

Stop saying nothing

School, cool, social tool

I watched you move aimlessly

Better not to feel

Mama's boy, my man

Nobody says you're not right

Can you sleep alone?

Am I in control?

I stir the tea leaves around

You won't like these times

Thanks for being here

For remembering this love

For reminding me

All this while I ran

Upset you didn't run too

Could've walked this through

Something missing now

Beginning, middle and end

This story in words

Would you write to me

But only about yourself

I'd read it sighing

Skin turns to paper

As autumn turns to winter

The cold steals last breath

Each pew sits emptied

Hallowed, hollow, and reclaimed

Soft sprouts praise the Sun