The Other Room

I have 
I have something to tell you 

The way went cold long before we played our quiet afternoon music 

The sky melts under the weight of no more words 

When before you I stand 
Murdered by illusion, betrayed by fear and outdone by the light 

I despair the disgust I feel 
You smile on me and then laugh 
When I see it broken I am broken as well 

Leaves fall 
We turn to rust when I see you from the other room 
Your deceptions nine hours later