War

I shuffle through my loneliness like ruble after a war... I arrange my memories like pictures on the dirty floor... I wonder what it would be like to live another life... Could things ever be different as I hold this shaking knife? I swim through my sorrow, spitting out regret... I'm at the bottom of the pool, even though I'm not wet... Your shadow is haunting me a little less every day... I notice my psyche is made of papier-mache... A sliver of sunlight smiles at me from under my door... Maybe I'll see you again... Maybe after the war...