Appear, Disappear - We Were Skeletons

An attempt at giving up

losing every strategically placed memory

that I’d swear I’d forgotten.

Considering distance — considering the chore of

an empty room.

More space to keep clean than before.

Like the water glass before me

filled with water that tastes a little muddy

like it’s unsure of what it really is

Refilled multiple times with uncertainty

so full that it spills out over the top and ruins every single moment.

Settling dust becomes my body.

Outline appearing, despite my disappearing

interest for anything at all.

Remembering reflections of myself in puddles

where I seemed more real than I ever have before.

Life doesn’t feel real anymore.

A cloud of dust resembling what once had seemed to be something.

A glass of water with no water is just a glass you wish you’d filled.