My mind had long gone out
despite the composure
I was fading
into the black
with out any light.

My box was kept well
but it still had a stinch
which lingered.
Day after day

It smelled like you and i wondered
what it would be like
to hold you one last time
instead of live with your ghost.

But i new your disease
to which its contagious
and I didn't want to catch
your failures.

They weren't my issues.
They were yours.