Standing motionless,
In a place that is timeless, shapeless, an overwhelming emotion of hopeless;
Dry eyes, I can’t reach out to rub at them,
I can’t find the strength to blink;
Restless hands, but I can’t seem to reach out,
To put my palm out and stroke the cheek of someone I know,
Someone I once knew,
Who before my very eyes,
Is fading away slowly into a memory.
What was before a loving embodiment of a pulse and heartbeat,
Has become an unrecognizable mess of ego and pride,
And standing alone in this vacuum,
I realize I am the only one who has remained the same.
The only one with the same lens as before,
Same eyes, same thoughts,
Same pulse and same heartbeat,
Watching with a heavy heart and sinking stomach,
Someone I once knew,
Turn into someone I wish I didn’t.
In a fever-like dream, I’m scared, lost, and alone,
Hoping for pity, empathy, anything,
Hoping you never became who you did,
Wishing I stopped loving you, the day you came to be someone new.
(Picture credits: Pexels)
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