DEAR DIARY
5:47 PM
Why you, why me,
why set me free?
Today here, tomorrow gone,
There is no warmth tied with the bond.
Can't help but wonder what's happening to this world,
Can't help but feel the bleakness unfurl.
Polaroid and letters,
None of it matters.
Why sorrow, why misery, why him, why now, why distance, why emptiness, why shallowness, why transcience?
What happened, what changed?
When lost, when found?
None of it makes sense now, just longing, yearning, hoping, crying, losing, dying.
Distance.
Once found, it's hard to lose.
Connection.
Once lost, it's hard to find.
Small talk, hollow and meaningless.
Dread. Dismay.
The place's been replaced. By him, it, them, that. Everything else.
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