Each face you see is just a mask of yours,
Another tale beneath the shifting clouds.
Their laughter, too, is borrowed from your stores, Their sorrow reverberates through your sleepless night.

The body next to you holds all your fears,
Its hands have grasped the ghosts you’ve chased away. It bleeds the same when cut, still drowns in tears, And prays for rest the same at end of day.

Each name they carry tugs at your...