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.

It's all pretend she used to tell me. You and Me are not real she used to tell me. What you feel is pretend she used to tell me.