Beautiful but Blinding

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.