Dead Man

An old friend and lover resurfaces after the death of a loved one.

Dead Man

Today i wore a dead man's belt in hopes that you would see me.

I dreamed you could hear me through the pale light in my room.

I liked the light that flickered in your eyes. My did the same when i saw my screen yesterday.

Something dormant bubbled inside of me. Conjuring something deep and buried, an old wound, a dead man.

I waited for hours to reply to your words, i couldn't muster a sentence together.

The strings of my silence kept me stuck and quiet.

What would i say to a shadow of you?

Sometimes i see you but it's not real.

Your message makes me queasy, uneasy and wavering, like a pool of water.

I quickly type back something closed and cold.

I don't want to open myself up again.