Bavon Rahill

By In Angles

On Cascading Home

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All night I stayed quiet around you

Somehow the volume of this room

Became too deafening for you

And I tried

To stay disguised around you

But I'll take credit for seeing through

Those ghosts you

You pursue

And nothings made this easier

Not this ground beneath my feet

Or this canvas in front of me

I never meant to breathe you in

I thought that you'd never leave

Home

Its my fault for not reading you

But your colors have bled through

What I shared with you:

Temporary truth