I sensed distantly
the cold encasing my bones,
as I suffocated in your lost moments.
A forced witness
to the baying of your blood.

The pin drops
the streets closing on you,
As your eyes are closed for you.

Chasing the chance to feel
Something-
anything-
but you cannot be the cure
for the demons in their blood.

So slip into that quiet place,
Imagine us back into that quiet night,
before you were extinguished, to fall,

and we all fell.