You manage to get the words, "Be you again." I look down from your face and a soft cry bursts. Pull myself together after a few tears & I look up. You're gone.

Suddenly the sound of a ticking clock appears and your eyes are big with fright. Their vibrance is dim now. Goodbye now? Come back to me again.

What? I swear I heard a soft sound come from you. Did I hear you correctly? Did I hear you say my name like you do? Within a sigh like you do.

Has the green in your eyes become more vibrant? How can that be with such a pastel entity as yourself? You smile as I lecture and the maddening sob begins.

I can't help but watch how unseen your breath is as you speak. How unheard your voice is I keep saying to you, "What are you saying?"

You stare back at me with questioning eyes and all I can respond with is a sob and "I'm sorry." Your cold hand cups my cheek and it's a shock of how real it is.

Who I am is just a story she used to tell me. House is a life full of pretend she used to tell me. Pretend is better she used to tell me.