I wander this world in
Search of who I was, who I
Could have been, my missing piece.
I wander this world in
Search of who I was, who I
Could have been, my missing piece.
We only see each
Other through frosted
Glass, shapes and colors
I tell myself that if I
Could hold you for only a
Moment more, I would be healed.
This is only a
Poor substitute for
A real, vital life
Talking to you is just such
A waste of time, yet I keep
On doing it and feel worse
The narcissism of your
Depression debilitates
Me, drains me of love for you
I have lost my soul and now
I must search the entire
Internet for its pieces
I thought I knew you before
We entered quarantine, that
Our shared experiences
Would carry us through the worst
Of times. You are a stranger.
Perhaps you always have been.
Once I’d given you
Your heart’s desire, my presence
Was superfluous.
That revelation
Left me gutted on the floor,
Screaming and bleeding.