This is the 2nd night this week
i've been sleeping with our memories
and waking to breadcrumbs
pulling me back
I remember the faint sound
of orange
and bacon bits
When we were at our best
I remember your half-written songs
hidden in places I would later find
I searched for meaning in your verses
only to be laying next to your silence
I watched you moved in retrograde
I saw your pain
the demons
the collapse
in your eyes
Now it’s been years
and there is nothing left
yet I feel myself reaching for you
in a different timeline