It's five in the morning, cold yet inviting.
I sit with a coffee, hot and enticing
However, I cannot drink.
Cannot eat or think.
Memories flutter by, like sparrows in the night
My heart, only wanting nothing more than to take flight
Everywhere I look I remember I've messed up
My eyes red, from the things not yet fessed up
My cells vibrating, not with positive energy
But with the negative, the feeling of lethargy
I am always reminded of the things we shared
The things we did, the way your laugh, the silence it'd tear
Now all that remains is massive hole, gaping like a chasm
The life where we were old, makes my system spasm
Alas, my dear tis all but a dream for now
And like a villain I am punched back to reality, kapow
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