Alonetic

     Days are looping, mimicking one another

     I am still living, longing,yearning, and aching;

     I rip my soul apart, my body rips open, and I fall through the air,

     I  walk backwards, I wake up in the wrong bed and I walk down the ceiling,

     I leap out of the window, falling through the sky lines,

     Till my feet touch the ground, back in time.

     I fall back into the sky; I have now closed my eyes,

     Here is where I belong; I missed the old days, the memories left behind.

     Where you and I, back in time; and this is why, here, is where I must die.

     A growing new me, alonetic ; without you.