Tuesday, March 19, 2013


It's easy for you to escape
While I'm trapped in these memories of us
I come home to my door
Solitary, a dark apartment waiting for me
Instead of the times I came home to a light on and you hiding behind the door
Waiting to kiss me hello.
It's easy for you to escape to a place I have never existed
While I am here in all the things we did.
The bus stops. The grocery. The people. The rooms. The comforter rustle.
It all reminds me of you and I am trapped
A prisoner to my own memories
Of my past future
With you.

Now all I have to hear me cry are the two clocks ticking in staccato
They mark the time moving without us
With just me
And I miss you so much.
This part just seems cruel.

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