Lost
All these flickering lights remind me of the love and the life that was... Wait, did I say love? I'm sorry. It was an 'almost love'. Because, sometimes when I reached out, there was a void too deep. Because, sometimes the ache was overwhelming than the care. Now, the alleys haunt me now. The graffitis at the corner scream 'Go away" at me. The park benches look humongous now. Useless. Awkward. Scary. All of it is misty. Too dark for me to find a way.