Syringe

Nothing left inside me but silhouettes remain
Mutual abandon takes scissors to the flame
Fanning all the heat left in my chest

Shadows walk beside me on trails built on shame
Forward gliding motions by silent passengers
Cornering myself with inaction

If only for a day this plan was our own plan
A syringe pushed into the evening setting sun

Everything once shared has lost itself to time
Secrets like cremations tossed up into the wind
Mixing among every life oncе loved
Every story told must come to its own еnd
The storyteller’s demise, a cyclical nature
Something that we all one day will share

Happier alone