I swerve in the distance
I sink through the sky
Pink patches of dead bliss
Pass me by
Light filters my eyelids
I flutter alive
Depart through my cold skin
We drive
Don’t arrive, don’t arrive, oh, please don’t
Don’t arrive, don’t arrive, don’t arrive
Don’t arrive, don’t arrive, oh, please don’t
Don’t arrive, don’t arrive
I’m holes in your ceiling
I’m shades in your mind
Cracks, between your sleeping
Eyes
Won’t arrive, won’t arrive, no, I know
Won’t arrive, won’t arrive, won’t arrive
Won’t arrive, won’t arrive, no, I know
You’ve passed me by
2:20pm, May 20th 2014
The people that disappear from your life.
Do they reminisce?