I stepped away...
just for a breath...
and found myself
the one to blame...
the ghost of words,
the chill of rain,
the keeper of
a quiet shame...

I was the one...
who left them lost,
sent tangled signs..
then turned and tossed
them like loose change
I’d never keep...
their voices left
to haunt my sleep.

I am the weight
of faded dreams...
the shadow cast
from broken beams...
the drifting...