i. all in favor...

all in favor of remembering;

let me hang our memories on the skylights,  

déjà vu of what once was,  

though my heart abstains,

i’ll gather the echoes from my empty bedroom,  

where laughter once lingered, soft and warm,  

but now only the shadows of you respond,  

reminding me that silence remembers too,

all in favor of pretending;

we’ll dance beneath these fractured lights,  

as if time had not unraveled us,  

and the distance hadn't grown us apart, wide,

but even as we sway, i know,

there’s a weight in the air, a heaviness,  

the truth we avoid, like smoke in our lungs,  

too faint to grasp, yet too thick to deny.

oct 2nd ‘24

p.s; i hate to do this to you but you were once a friend of mine too.