Under the hum of city lights
Where months before I bid my goodnight
And hushed my truth
Heavy snow kissed my pale flushed flesh
You saw through my guise
Before I ever could
Our images blur into sound
Finding comfort in small gestures
Burdened by this sense of self
The nocturnal everlasting who dreamt of sleep
The clairvoyant who could not speak
And the exhaustion that led to collapse
Finding comfort in small gestures
Burdened by this sense of self
Defined by past mistakes
