Mirrors

No sound bending air. I breathe alone now and wondering will it always be like this. There’s something in the air. Now I think I’m scared. Save me from the monsters under bed. Save me from a dusty head. It seems I need someone her to mend and save me from a bitter end. Want to taste the moon. I lack transportation. So is this how I will die? A fading pulse at hand, no one by my side. Without a shoulder to hold when I’m older. No one to take my hand. Am I less a man? Ashes and pictures of dreamers and lovers. Was it happiness? Did I give up the key to all of this. Reflect at last. Regret I can’t get past. Save me…