Falls a drop
to the floor;
an echo,
nothing more.

Another.
From where though?
Is it me?
My ego?

It can’t be.
This is real,
no matter
how I feel.

So I ask
when to stop.
Say, “Never,”
My head propped.

“Are you sure?”
“As can be”
“Then just, please,
look at me.

“We lock eyes
over long
listening;
a sad song…

heard before,
in days past,
but today
is the last.

Relay this
but they know;
already
time to go.

“I’m no good,
half of you.”
“Please just act
as you do.”

“Is that right?
Forget us
move along
without fuss?”

“It will be
in due time.
You must trust
there’s no crime.”

“Disconnect
go ahead.” –
Now I live
while I’m dead.

End myself
and my soul.
Finally,
I am whole.