"And how can I forget?"
She whispered, as she was trapped in a distant universe disconnected from reality.
"It’s hard to forget about something
I’ve been wishing would happen.
I’ve closed my eyes three million times,
Attempting to strangle my wistful
Thoughts, I’ve tried to leave my
Thoughts with no oxygen.
It’s impossible my thoughts cannot be
Killed, especially because my wishes
Haven’t happened. Maybe, if they do
She said with the sun and moon taking over her eyes.
What did the blanket say when it fell off the bed?
I love you.
You were good to me.
But you are dead to me now.
Its time to move on.
Change is good.