Running Toward the Smoke

Yeah. I've been staring at the ceiling again. Shadows creeping where

the light should be. Every promise I thought was real

slips away like a ghost in me. I hear echoes of the words

you said, soft and distant in my head. I'm falling into all I dread.

Trying to breathe, trying not to break. I try to silence all this

noise. But every memory still speaks your voice. I'm losing ground,

can't find the light. Shouting truth into the night. If holding on

is all I know, I'll let it burn, I won't let