The things I didn't think about in the moment. Post demise. We're off limits during this transition. Bumping into things. Chewing at my bottom lip by the frozen foods. I hear the buzzing of the coolers or maybe it's my own brain. Closing time.



My mind has started to remove patches of the memories as my unconscious paints them in a hue of nostalgia. This time, light blue. Glorified. Dignified. I start to lose touch with what actually happened and what I fabricated. My shoe sticks to a piece of gum on the floor.  Starting to lose sight of the reality and the fallacy. A concoction of words and timelines. Somewhere between the frozen peas and carrots. I start to wish I would've cherished you more. Memorized the palm of your hand and the curve of your spine.



I can still hear it. I'm sorry. So many times. Reverb.


"All we are is apologies and endings"


On the kitchen floor now. I stare at the walls now. I leave my door unlocked now. There's nothing I could lose in a break in that you haven't taken.



If you ever come back.



We can wrap ourselves in memories and I can turn off all the lights.



Stare up at the ceiling like we did on all those nights.



Don't have to tell me you'll be over I'd rather you just walk right in.



And tell me that you're here and that you'll never leave again.