we are our best when the sun's off our minds,
we are our best when we crumple up the lines.

Your ghost supervises all my good moments,
It makes toasts with all the bad.

Like some terrible distant relative,
It is always around and loud, parading its presence
Wringing and squeezing your vengeance
Out of me like a wet rag.

I am bone dry and barren,
Hollow and a shell-like molt of what I used to be years and years ago.
the luminosity has left my cavern of optimism
And all I know is the passing by of people and time
time to time I find that I can almost grasp it.
Like how I would reach for you as if you were a dream
As if, if I were to move a half second slower, I’d grasp pixels in my mind.
But then you’d disappear in that instant.

I sit now, with anxiousness and fear.
we sit at the dinner table, we pass each other salt.
I ask how is the food today
They say, you were very good thank you.

I say no problem, I get finer with time.