I’m done and should be happy
I’m done and should be happy but there is still empty
Shadows creep back in, embracing any good thing in sight
And hugs…hard. Tight. Unyielding. Unforgiving.
How dare you?
Why even try?
With the last stapled bunch, I end a chapter
In search of a book I’ve never known
A book that, for all I know, doesn’t even exist
I don’t know if I could write it
If that’s what it came to
There is no nostalgia
And if either existed for any length of time
The moment was brief
As if they never existed