deceased-one

I tried to touch you; A hindrance in between. I tried to call you; A sound clamoring in. What were we like before? Why did we do it, therefore? I cried. You smiled. I laughed. Did you die? What was it like before? Why did we do it, therefore? You woke up. Was it the same day? I wanted to go out. You asked me to stay. Where were we before? Why did we do it, therefore? I tried to touch you; Your hands are cold. I tried to tell you; Your ears are closed. How did we get there before? Why did we do it, therefore? It's a mirror, The hindrance in between. It's my voice, The sound clamoring in.