We may bleed,
                we may fall like tears.
But all they see is the window screen of our eyes.

Never looking in at the condensation
           wondering why there are letters
      wrote in breath fading as quickly  
as they where spelt..
                    
                                       h... e... l.. p...

And then we smile,
            and they only see the cats eyes gleaming white.

Deflecting them from how
                                      we are really travelling..