proof of rhythm

Your shadow walks into the

Room before you do

And it already knows my name

Every word you say feels like

It was carved from something

You swore you'd never speak

You don't look at me

You scan me

Like you're searching for

Proof I'm real

There's a rhythm in the way

You move that doesn't

Match the music

But I can't stop

Trying to catch it

You carry storms in your veins

And every time you get close

I smell the rain coming

I don't want your attention

I want your absence

To hurt when I'm gone

You don't look at me

You scan me like you're

Searching for proof I'm real

There's a rhythm in the way

You move that doesn't match

The music but I can't stop

Trying to catch it