breathe

half broken I can stand and move using the limbs that still work. take the tram and another day for granted. worship the wrong gods. waste another wish on what once made much more sense. wait and wait and wait for nothing. let the silence affirm whatever prophecy you've written in the mirror. write what you need to from memory of the dregs of what was good. let it breathe.

I try to talk to you again. you forgot who I was.