Like Another You

All that you want to hear is how great everything went, and that nothing touches you. Whatever happened to the one I loved, who cared about the movements made to share? For all I know he’s buried deep inside there, though maybe not alive. I don’t know, ask me in the morning when I’m headed out the door. It’s like another you disappeared into his place. This man I once knew… https://www.wormintruder.com