I can’t
taste things anymore.
Not like how I used to.
Nothing
tastes the same.
I can’t drink
the moonlight
or eat
the sunshine
that bounced off your smile.
I don’t know when I’ll
down this glass of tears
and start eating again.
I can’t sleep either;
and that’s probably
because if I did,
I’d get closer to being
okay without you.
And I don’t know what’s
scarier - the darkness,
or the fact that I never
needed you
to find the light.