Sometimes I Lose Myself

Sometimes I lose myself, like

snow falling on trees.

There is no grip to hold,

it just sinks into the sea,

cold, quiet, numb.

I leave pieces of myself

in this room.

The room holds my breath,

my presence like a scar—

it will never leave me alone.

Watching the sky at the window,

birds fly, clouds move.

Light fades,

darkness comes,

swallowing me in this room.