– Afterthoughts of You –
In the aftermath of you,
I feel the need and wanting,
ruined and reduced
after the rapture of love
has finally passed us by.
I lose my hard earned composure
and become a shattered mess,
remnants of the memory
of what I used to be.
I look beyond the casualties,
behind the motivations
of our momentary despair;
We are living through
the process of elimination
of our final human connection.
It isn’t fear of that change,
but knowing that I am starting over
while you remain the same.
To simply revere you
would not serve to show
that I deserve you.
With the world so different now,
and no one left to know
that I was anything else before,
I can pretend that I too
am the same as I have always been.