And then there was nothing, the end

Palermo, the first day I saw you again

There is nothing, now.

But then again, there never was

anything

between us.

We won’t go back to the way things were before.

Before, when?

Yesterday, when we didn’t talk.

Saturday, when I was just like everyone else.

And every other day before.

You walk into a room and it’s like we haven’t shared a bed.

I have never known a chameleon before.

Not that you change your shade

but that you shift, in and out.

You can stand right next to me but you’re not there.

And I wonder if you’re real or not.

You say you have feelings but I’ve never seen them,

except, maybe that one time you forgot.

And anyway, you hurt me

even if you say you did not.

So I don’t know how it will go, tomorrow.

If I see you, - when.

When I see you, for a second I forget.

I can’t help, it.

I let my guard down and smile

and I feel that light within me again.

But, then it only hurts more

when I remember.

I remember,

when the music stops.

When the music stops

I come back to how things are, now

You are a stranger,

and I have nearly lost myself.

The air is still, and

I am cold;

my sadness rages within me.

You took my life and lit it on fire.

And you didn’t care if I burned.