It’s been a thousand days
after all, some say time does not exist.
Three times since saying your name
I meant you
Every time you disappear a little
i don’t remember the colour of your hair.
You know, i disappear too
somebody new stands in my shoes now
like the king after king’s death.
My thoughts are poems now
everyday i invent yet another way to leave
none of them actually work
like my body would be so ashamed
to die by it’s own hand.