Body out there, mind elsewhere

Friends ask, but I won’t hear

“Where are you?”

 

In my head, I’m endlessly ending,

 

Our life

perfect only in obsession,

Ignoring its strife,

replaying a fiction.

 

Future-past lives,

Remaining in present,

Self-designed prisons,

My only embankment.

 

Remembering what never was,

Always forgetting,

Dreaming of another’s

Storybook ending.