Virtue chips away from patience
like paint from walls
I have become a ghost that haunts this place.
But I have made this story my home
Nary a record ever skip.
Nor a song absent from my heart.
I still smile.
I still know joy.
I find myself tickled by the thought of you.
Laughing when nothing is funny.
Only now, I find solace in dancing on my own
with reckless abandon.