I am tired and uninspired.
I sit in coffee shops and restaurants alone.
Watching the people a buzz in their own worlds.
I listen to their conversations about who and what.
Their worlds are so different from mine.
Wrapped around them, a consistent flow of memories and people.
Warm and bright but my eyes hurt for it is blinding.
The noise of busy places quiet and echo around me as I feel the warm and brightness fade.
Even though it hurts I wish it would stay even a little longer.
It has faded before and I know the light will be back but I’m not sure how long I can wait this time.
The melancholy way of memories always in our heads
They are the reminder that pain comes with love
I am tired and uninspired
but I know the light will return
I just don’t know when.