Im tired of just surviving,
I want to live.
Make me feel something!
Anything.

Like the little stream
Making its way
Through the mossy crevices
I, too, quietly
Turn clear and transparent.

In the back of my mind
Your voice is there
Whispering right
When I want to do wrong

In my long term memory
I see you there
Keeping me calm
Helping me along

In my short term memory
I see last week
How things seemed odd
How things seemed different about you

In this moment right now
I stare at my phone
Nothing appears
Because you've *disappeared