Pretending We Don't Exist

You turn off your life that plays as a video,
And tune into instrumental music.

"Are you okay?" She whispered.
But I don't reply.

I never do.

"What can't you say?"

Nothing.

"What can't you feel?"

Nothing.

In the middle of the soul of me lays a missing piece.
Waiting for it to rain.
Fill me, then at least I can float.

Resuscitate me.
Then at least I can breathe again.

Come close.

Stay.

Then at least I'll believe again.