Upon opening my eyes
I saw that there was nothing left.
No tenuous threads of plans
Nothing familiar
Just a distance
Leaving me wholly untouched,
As the world writhes
United with love and expectation.
My only possession
A counterfeit
Joy.
Absent participation.
Loveless but loving.
Burning underground
Bound by sleep.
An existence
exchanged for hours.
This day,
Like every other
Ending without
consequence
Every breath, a defeat
With nothing to show.
Your embrace —
My fondest memory.
I died a thousand deaths
To let you go.