Scattered poetry
Remnants and reflections
Of me
And I can still remember
This scene
There were red-orange embers
Between you and me
I think I figured out
Why I don't want to talk
I don't want to lose
What's already gone
This feels like
An invisible flood
I can't see it
But I'm stuck in like mud
And it flows
Just like my blood
I could get out
If I could
This is a bad place
For someone like me
In every corner's
A memory
Will I still be here
After the fact
Like my coffee
Tepid and black