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