i drink my wine, i listen to the melancholy songs that fill my soul with longing and echoes in the emptiness. you sing: i'm afraid of everyone. i don't have the drugs to work it out.

i try to forget. forget my dreams. i am already forgetting your face. i am already letting you go, join the flood of the past. it was as i had always known it would be, in the dusty corners of my forgotten heart, too good to be true. too lovely to be real. so much more than i could ever hope for, though exactly as i have always wished. and you, you.

if only your ghost would leave me to suffer in peace.