Shrinking Heavens

I was busy explaining to them. How I had gotten there. From so many worlds away. It's only clouds I explained. And nervous rain. The portals have always been there. Regardless of if we can see them.

The lies play on her skin so lightly. Swift chameleons. And fortunate ghosts. Tell their stories backwards. The end after all. Is the only thing that matters.

And the end.

For us.

Came a long time ago.