Just shy of
two weeks,
already losing
time once shared,
albeit slowly,
tinges of a safe world
you constructed,
now fading.
When I can't fool
desires of the mind,
I sink to the floor
and pick a memory
to crawl inside,
perhaps with the intent
to torture myself,
perhaps with the intent
to regress to who I was.
The fear of forgetting -
a pain I must postpone.
But tonight,
I couldn't make it last.
Unable to dwell
in the space you offered,
unable to feel
my burdens lifted.
I wonder if you're
rejecting me
even in recollections.
I wonder if soon,
I'll ask for proof
of your existence.
