My dehydrated mind creates a disillusioned mirage
Beautiful memories of a beautiful time
twisting them into melancholy phantoms.
Letting them haze their way in
until I feel
exhilarated then debilitated and too damaged to fight back.
Lazing on a humming piano
in dreamy warm light
warps into something distant and painful and cold
as I trudge away, exhausted. Deaf.
Laughter and moments too dear to be human
become prematurely reminiscent
leave me hollow
eroded remains of nostalgic tides.
My accelerating momentum of letting things go
is too frequently interrupted by the unwelcome brake
of moments past
that my relentless mind treasures too much
that my heart is powerless to refuse.
These phantoms envelop me completely
eventually convincing me to join them
in a haunt for home.