I know that I will never get you back. I just don’t want to be ok with it.
You showed me a world that tasted like
Ice cream and wine
Chocolate at midnight
A melody in spring
And tea when it’s raining.
This new world has no place for us.
No tiny, white cups.
No silver spoons.
No golden wrapping paper.
No breath to sing.
No tears to cry.
You showed me a world, and left me without one.
All I dream about
Is ripping off
This useless skin
To prove
That you were real
And now are missed.
“Silent Goodbyes”, I whisper.
“Deserve to be said”, my witch cheers with our bottle of wine.