It feels like I’ve long woken up from a dream and even if I shut my eyes, I can’t go back.
You all look like you did in my dream but you move differently now.
I take the photos down because the memories don’t feel real anymore. It’s too painful a reminder of a warmth and ease that no longer exist.
Sure, we still go places but it isn’t the same. Beneath the surface there is nothing but empty eyes and checking the time.
What did you fill my cup with?
Something doesn’t feel right.
There are more ghosts than ever. Poking around and staring at me.
Everything is bland, the colour isn’t as bright and feelings aren’t as strong. I’m tired.
Night falls. I lay in bed and once again close my eyes. Maybe this is all just a bad dream.