We didn't see the wind
We didn't see the rain
We didn't see the way
His eyes were sinking in
We didn't hear the storm
We didn't hear the thunder
We didn't hear the way
His voice grew vacant
We didn't feel the humidity
We didn't feel the cold
We didn't feel the way
His hands gripped ours
We didn't taste the water
We didn't taste the salt
We didn't taste the way
His words that were meant to invoke
We didn't smell the air
We didn't smell the tang
We didn't smell the way
He didn't take a shower
We didn't see him heal
We didn't hear him cry
We didn't feel him here
We didn't taste his pain
We didn't smell his self-hate
We didn't want to look
That far into him
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 8:27 PM UTC
We didn't see the wind
We didn't see the rain
We didn't see the way
His eyes were sinking in
We didn't hear the storm
We didn't hear the thunder
We didn't hear the way
His voice grew vacant
We didn't feel the humidity
We didn't feel the cold
We didn't feel the way
His hands gripped ours
We didn't taste the water
We didn't taste the salt
We didn't taste the way
His words that were meant to invoke
We didn't smell the air
We didn't smell the tang
We didn't smell the way
He didn't take a shower
We didn't see him heal
We didn't hear him cry
We didn't feel him here
We didn't taste his pain
We didn't smell his self-hate
We didn't want to look
That far into him
