Ctrl + Z

Why can't things go back the way they were?
I want to fight this silence but I just don't know where to start.
Does it really matter so much?
The more I try to ignore it, the more I think of it.
I'll remember this like yesterday,

The outline of the city against the night sky
and the dinner I never attended.
The delight of the night we had,
and the feelings we never shared.

I am staring at an empty envelope,
unsure of how what to send.
But the ink I feel inside,
fades with the light in your eyes.


damn ***** emoness