Dear Me,

Yes you. You handsome ****.
I can't seem to find our sanity or our sleep.
It's around here somewhere, I hope.
Or it's been lost...back then.

Back where we were, in the shiny place.
Our sanity was drowned in coffee.
Our sleep was destroyed by love.

So many things back there.
I feel like I'm searching, like an old man
trying to find his keys.
Then he stops where he stands and remembers.

He remembers fondly, yet with a hollow heart
all the time spent happy in that place.
Where is it?
Is that where we left it?

Lord knows its not there anymore.