Midlife Horror Recollection

I heard of the story from a distant friend
It was a travesty I think
At least that's what I've been told
I can't feel these things, you see?
Like the cold to the air on a summers day
I'm bitter and strange, unwanted
I'm missing relief
I'm missing myself

I woke up and got dressed
I saw someone staring back at me in the mirror
And, as I sat in the carpark, I thought to myself, "What was that?"
Was I dreaming this mid-life horror picture?"

The tower block was packed that night
Full of the left-overs and the overnight numbness
Ireally did a number on things
The flowers I brought were long dead
Brittle and brown
I walked in and held my breath
I could not keep up
But I know that tomorrow is only today's dream
I'm still stuck at yesterday