I am a sleepless night.
The forgotten, fallen leaves of Fall. Disintegrating.
A beautiful word, in a lost language.
I am the waves at low tide, pulled back into the darkness.
A burning lighthouse, pointing anywhere but home.
The fire is around me, it is in me, it is me.
I am the last breath, in a room full of sighs.
A bag full of empty promises and interrupted apologies.
A letter marked return to sender.
I am the last drop of whiskey, reaching to the lifeless lips of a drunk.
A fading memory.
I am lost at sea.
A drifting wood.
And I am disappearing.
And I am gone.