This is a relentless dance

Lipstick prints lead from empty, cracked pedestals

She jumped, but not high enough.

Looks for his eyes and gets turned to stone

Now she can roll through it all

As smiles break, seasons churn, and he drifts out to lose

Treading years in his invisible exhaled wake

Everyone wants to trade

She is alive

A painful commodity, too thick to shake

The wind blows hard as the world spins down in her warped eyes

Why can’t she feel it?

Standing alone and untouched

Nothing moves her

Screams out with a silence so hard

Stolen voices, borrowed words

The floor is paved with wax

Fire won’t survive here

Waves flow through as she wades through his memory

Breathes in the stale air

Curses the clear horizon

Remembers the current

Claws at the scars and squints till it rains

Storms light up the halls

Strike her again.