Lazy days
In a daisy haze
Whenever I see them
I think of you
I think of the happy times
When life was rough but bearable
Now it all feels terribly feral
My head spinning in a barrel
Thinking
Thinking without blinking
Two confirmed living
Two erased from existence
Any others are unconfirmed
Feeling lower than a worm
A loitering sense of doubt
What is this all about
Did I mean nothing to you
Was I just a stand in
Repulsively recoiling from toiling
To ferment a relationship that no longer exists
A slave to emotion
Drowning in an ocean of my own making
For not having made more of an effort
To coo-coo to the hoo-hoo of your song
Time to move on
To hear a new song
I hope it won’t be long
Until once again I belong
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