For The Fallen Dreams

Breathing in and out as they point to the man, as he lays a gun in his hand.
Looking through the window at him, no sign of breathing. Breathing.
Running around, I’m running around again. Back and forth, back and forth,
I’m breathing. In and out, in and out again, and again.
Running around, I’m running around again. Back and forth, back and forth,
I’m breathing. Breathing.
...And in this dream I had of you, if I could say one thing to you.
Our dreams won’t die. They’ll never go away.
I find myself reaching backwards for him. No sign of breathing.