It’s as if everything that is, I want it to not be so
the cold wind that I hoped for
and now rattles through me,
the concrete sidewalks empty of pedestrians,
the life I built on logic.
I’ve forgotten why I’m here
Behind me are parts of myself that I’ve abandoned
with my head buried in my pillow
I ask whispering questions to anyone that will listen
And let myself remember who I am.