At first, you
  as a hero saw me, one
  among the many, different —

But slowly,
  melodies don’t match, and
  much the sound we make is dissonant —

I feel your
  warm skin in the dark; I know
  that you are here, that you exist —

But thinking
  of that lost connection, what
  could be more make-believe than this?

I rise, and
  hear you slowly breathing,
  lost against the shadows of the night,

I hear again
  the angry echoes, knowing
  in my heart that you’ve been right —

I pour a
  glass of water, pounding
  heart and head that feel like they would burst —

You saw me
  once a hero, fallen,
  but you’re never falling like

  at first