These old wooden floors shake with each footstep
Cold air seeps through the cracks in the walls

Dust has settled on the piano
These keys haven't been played in far too long

My mind is tired
My dry skin aches
Everything was easier when you were here

I don't remember the last thing you said to me
But I know it wasn't goodbye

What will we think when we look back on this

I didn't admit this to myself until
now but the last night I was half
asleep while we were watching
Harry Potter on my laptop, you
tried to kiss me while i recorded
the pattern in your the way your
chest rose and fell but I pushed
you away because my breath
smelled bad. I can't tell if that
simple act of self-preservation
  was really that---
preservation or self...ish.

The sky used to be bright
but now the clouds conceal the sun  

Climbing down from the highest branches
the wind urges me to let go
My wandering mind would soar to the clouds
while my fragile body fell to the ground

I took aim and fired
but my arrow was lost among the leaves