an empty box in a busy theatre
reminded me once more that you are nowhere to be found
I imagined your reintegrated silhouette
and stomached your regretfulness
patrons flocked in and found their seats
and you
you are held together by an urn
but I see you longing for a stage that was never yours
and all the things that were never said to you
were never said to me either
and all the things that burned in you
burned into me too
and you said that nothing is mine to carry
but you handed it all out nevertheless
I’m so tired of all these deaths
and your ongoing depression in my head
Croque-Melpomene 