Can't see my reflexion
in the windows
Or in the mirrors
of my mornings
Can't run
Hide from the Truth
the Pain
the Anger
the Words
The ones spoken
The ones heard
Can't scream
get it out of yourself
How much you want things to change
How much you want to dream
Of better "afters", "tomorrows"
Post-tomorrow, post-after
Posthumously
After it all
Remember I loved you
Tried to call
Only thing that answered
Was the dying dial
Echoing my dying heart
Our dying love.
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