That night, in the silence of my dimly lit room I felt you exit through my chest I sat there clinging onto my knees in denial Quietly folding myself in half beneath the cold sheets With each weeping breath I felt fragments of you leave Releasing themselves through my tightly clinched throat Carbon dioxide flavoured sentences expelling themselves from my lips Your poems began to lift away from my hollow skin With the same grace a balloon uses as it slips through the fingertips of a curious child Confused, yet hopelessly in awe... Arms extended, reaching for the strings What a fool I was for thinking I could keep you Pretending you were made of something else Something tangible, something real You made me believe you were more than just a light in a colourless element But you were built solely for drifting away And when I see you again, with my eyelids heavy I will not fall to your feet I will be new, I will be clean A disease of your kind cannot exist within my frame