One week later
I come back to an empty apartment
Silent and lonely
There is nothing here that is my own because
Everything comes with a memory
A tiny little needle to remind me
That it is only stupid
To hope for beautiful things
Dreaming is for people
Without a sense of reality
Every time you fall
The fall will be longer
And the impact harder
Four years later I learned this
We say nothing is certain
But I feel like it will end like this
In an apartment filled with things
Yet utterly and devastatingly empty
And I will walk through the rooms looking for you
But finding only shadows