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.