The Words - tiny deaths

overstating what is left with a shadow

less than lack of light, and I know

nothing left here to hold on to

nothing left at all

but I won’t be the first one to let go

you in a room makes the world stop still

and after all this time

you still feel like mine

trying to separate what I knew, what I know, for sure

from what I don’t

so did the words come first,

or did I come first?

I gotta know