10.28pm

it dawns on me
like a slow moving fog

a life promised
gone

trying to catch
what could have been
is like a child
trying to catch
the dust in the sunlight

grief
sits beside me

as i realise
at some point
i lost my way

i can no sooner
retrace my steps
than a snake
can fit back into
her discarded
skin

and yet
the knowledge of
what could have been

i can feel
in my bones

like it
was