Under

So this was your idea. Did you think I'd sit tight and say yes? I don't need a reminder of what this has become, of how obvious it is, your space in my bed. I place a pillow to fill the room that your skin won't take. And I'm becoming increasingly aware of how, whenever I get somewhere you make me take two steps back. Of how my shadow, my lion, my mirror, I'm you and you're me, but that can't work out anymore. I never doubted that me is what this is, but maybe it's time to find a new meaning. Come home? It's been a long time.