We both know how this ends
As hard as we try
The detective in me
always clocks back in
Following the clues
The hints that scream
Im in this alone
This blackout maze that I feel my way through
Believing you're right behind me
Or right in front of my face
A reach back away
Finger tips grazing
Just out of grasp
A room full of potential
Only I didn't see
instead of ours
It was always me
A Phoenix standing tall
Wearing rose colored glasses
Walking home in solitude
One foot in front of the other
Telling herself one day she's won't look back
One day she won't be
A pillar of salt
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