They’re coming for you – human tendencies

On their mind




You matched your smile to my voice

—

          And I whispered into the walls




A room full of bodies, who’s souls were yours

But not your own




They watch through glass lens

As I watched anything other than

Your eyes




Their movements were yours,

And in the hollows of night

They shed skin, alighting into skies of

Your voice




Had you heard me breathing words

—

          Before?




They have — they are.  Perhaps your ghost

Is the shape

The moon takes when I try to hold it

And



This





          Distance

Is my heart from my head




When they reach you, open your

Ink stained arms, welcome loudest

And swallow them whole




We will not be

—

          But those moments captured and

Replayed

Betray lips we share




As we cling to the debris

Of others