Bavon Rahill

All night I stayed quiet around you
Somehow the volume of this room
Became too deafening for you

And I tried
To stay disguised around you
But I'll take credit for seeing through
Those ghosts you
You pursue

And nothings made this easier
Not this ground beneath my feet
Or this canvas in front of me
I never meant to breathe you in
I thought that you'd never leave
Home

Its my fault for not reading you
But your colors have bled through
What I shared with you:
Temporary truth.