Your dreams flowing as liquid tape

Past my eyes

Graveyard shifts

Bought, sleepless nights

I am kept up by the fear of goodbye

Your words will stick to my motion like

Molten glue 

Bleeding fists

Fought, endless flu

I am propped up by the best parts of you

So when I am a plume of smoke

Drifting skyward

Above a crystal sunset

Reflected in the gaze of some broken strangers

Just remember the days that we spoke

Without ever having met

I am your infinite remainder