Something

Big, bright floating lights

Framing her head

Flashing glimpses

Of the life not mine

She speaks over her phone

But I can never hear her saying

Something

Calling out to me

Something

Something

There was no face left

Just a blank slate

Bathed in the dim glow

Of the endless scroll

In her glossed-over stare

Within the screen's reflection I see

Something

Looking back at me

Something

Something

My soul is a vacant house

No one will buy

Even the cobwebs

Of the spiders long past

Have since crumbled to dust

But in the basement peaking through

A growing crack

In the wall

Something

Only I can see

Something

Something

Something

Needs to be set free

Something

Something