(Along with the Atmosphere)

Here we are again...
another look to stare.

You’ll wait for me to come your way,
I’ll stay over there.

I can’t seem to be bothered to be
removed from my selfish chair.

Didn’t you know that I no longer cared?*

It’s as worn as my welcome,
which is gone in such a way
that one could believe
I was never there...
                
...or here.

I forgot what moment was which…

...It’s too late.

I’m already bewitched
by the thoughts that I have streamed
and it’s gone along with every dream
That we have ever dreamed....

...which didn’t seem too important to me.

I heard reality,
abrasive and pane’d,
she was cruel,
but not as cruel as thee...

Who can only serve to fit
                                                             ­                  the most unfitting of endings.