The moment haunts me,
as the icon leaves the screen.
I read, I hold back the tears.
I reread, I lose.
I didn't have the chance to have a proper Goodbye.
I didn't have...
I didn't know
At the click of a button,
Everything was lost.

The facet will keep running,
to wash the dishes of the past.

The knife will never stop,
chopping peppers until it's perfect.

My advice in the kitchen,
Don't start cooking,
because you won't be able to stop.

Not a big number physically
Not a big number mentally

But emotionally
*it means a whole ******* lot

My head travels.
Was taken out of one,
and put in another.

No matter where I travel,
it will follow.

The constant dizziness,
The constant spinning,
The constant cycle.