There are many
dimensions,
That fall prey to
the weak,
Where independence is a
Monstrosity,
And a new lover
Is a fixation,
Like a playlist of new tunes
and older memories.
Whispering to you in daybreak
because you left the stereo on all night long,
no one was there to tell
you to turn it off.
And there’s only a warm apple pie, waiting on the window sill
to tell you the dead are
waking you in the dreams
that intrigued you,
all night long.