Tread lightly. No need to make a scene. Your footsteps haunt the bed of those who rest. Now stirring in the carriage. Far from a tranquil reality. A constant reminder that you will never sleep. Im swallowing my goodbyes to you. A hearty meal surely worth the feast. Savouring the truth for later. For now you wont even offer the time. Admit the facts so calmly lay before you. Where do you wish to fall when the sun has faded out?