Cheekbones made of light
Somewhere it’s morning
The languid grey of night
Leaving the fragrance of a cry
Guess you’re sliding back into your life
The pressure on your eyelids
Patterns of waiting
Of suffocating
Replaying the same scene
Recalling the same dream
Cover any feeling
Cover any reason now
You’re breathing the same air
The same hysteria
Like a mirrorball that shines
Just another flash of light
Deteriorating
Forgetting the details
Rewriting the scene in your mind
The exit signs of light
She’s lying beside me
She’s hidden in a sigh
In the changes of a room
Guess she’s sliding back into her life
The pressure on her eyelids
The time that it’s taking
Before she wakens
It feels like a lifetime
A memory rewind
