We grow and lose
ourselves among the strangers
and traffic lights - red for ‘stay’, green for ‘leave’.
orange for the flickering moments in between
the words and the thoughts
and the sound of all that’s left untold
between the heavy breaths and the poisonous promises.
I want to vanish.
But then again
it’s a law of nature that nothing vanishes
Therefore I want to become
out of existence.
the last one with tender care,
or just tear it off.