I share your toothbrush now,
not that you’d know.
Sometimes I dream I’ve seen you up close.
Staring in your eyes.
Seeing your smile,
the crease at the side of your mouth,
like when you were younger.
I imagine.
I doubt you’d ever want to meet me –
I spend too much time online and I know you don’t like that.
oh, when they told you, I was there you know.
They saw me as they left and tried to get back in.
Will you ever let me leave?
I’ve got nothing to lose now, apart from you.
Will you ever let me leave?
I’ve been trapped too long, I wish I could let you go.