Eulogy

I flinch. / It is '99 now. 

I am eight years old.
The wind blows. 
A dog barks. 
I try not to fall apart. 

While you, you look through me. 

I am away. / You won't ask where I've gone. 

I am seeking your approval.
I can feel you in my lungs. 
You are reaching for the doorway.
I am cleaning out your wounds.

While you, you look through me.

I am not on Earth. / I am looking down.

You are tangled in my thoughts.
I am trying to speak out.
Only I, continue to prick my finger.
Your golden, thorny crown.

While you, you look through me.

I am here now. / It is dark. 

I whisper. 
I am overdue. 
You are sleeping still. 
While I am watching you. 

I know you are a vision. 
A melody of hues. 
But I cannot compete.
As I am, dripping, grey, floating decay.