I tell myself to forget you,
But the thought of comes like a ghost,
Like a felony ,
Like a disaster.
The happiness immeasured that we used to have
Turns inot a lucid dream,
A spiritual game.
Your absence
Is like a guitar solo,
So warm and painful.
Your presence
Was like the lights on stage,
Like a lottery ticket,
Like a holy prayer.
No one can see
How immense it was,
That feeling of unity,
Until we lost it.
