The Twilight of My Day

I wish I could

But

I hope I might

Yet

Even if I felt like it would be alright

I am still devastated

By the news

That day

When you told me I didn’t matter anymore

I remember trying to recreate

Those hours together

I recall

Sweet eyes that I could dive into forever

Is the notion of panic

Capable of existing

Without showing any presence of mind

Only defining the reality

That is

Anxious and telling

Oddly surreal

While the face continues to smile

Giving little response

To inquiry

I wish I could

Remember how to get past this

This, this, this, this,

This is me on adrenaline

Somber and critical

Of no-one but that ego that wreaks havoc

Upon my own desire to navigate

Through all of the confusion

~

My God it is now the twilight of my day

And this began in the morning by the way