This very moment is passing.
I can feel the train car reeling,
my thoughts are dipping into
aged funds trying to maintain
a sense of routine.
That remainder of comfort,
but my face departs from me in the mirror everyday.
I see a change and home is not a place anymore.
We've been wiped off the table,
The lights have left this city.
It cloaks the change in our
There's a pounding above my brow.
There's a quaking in your stature.
I could grab your hand.
I could save what's left.
I could but I'm numb
and we are not human