Sunlight
Sticks in your eyes
In the silence
Of the empty house

Stillness
It will consume this
All of the days we spent
Fighting our consciences

Tell me
How bad does it hurt?

It surrounds me
Everything at once
Everything that was

Standing
(...this is the past, this is the present, and this is the future...)
In your front yard
Trying to recognize what's lost

Apathy
Cradles you gently
When the morning comes
I'll be gone before the sun