The single thought lingers,
it won’t ever leave,
Waking up from the memory,
scared and can hardly breathe,
Curled up on the tiles,
feeling exhausted, numb, and cold,
Just wishing that for one last time,
I could have your hand to hold.

My mind is a war zone,
but I can never leave
Coming apart like a frayed cord,
starting to unweave
Thick fog clouds my feelings,
they are so hard to see
I’m locked inside my own cage,
but I’ve lost the key
And when I eventually break out,
and my happiness finally shows,
The memory comes in and steals the show, until the curtains close.