Did you like roses?
I went to visit your grave
But I brought nothing
Where 'there' is something
'There' is always nothing
I only get to see you when I'm scrolling through my photos
Or when I'm dreaming
"Do you think everything will be okay?"
I asked my ma
A devastating loss of reality
I ran from the loss
Ending up at your feet, in my dream
Eating out my heart
Of course, missing your soul
But I wonder, am I selfish for hating those dreams?
When I wake up, the idea of joining you isn't absent
When I wake up, the idea of joining you isn't absent
But you are