She chose happiness
He chose success

Morning After

It’s the morning after…
and I have to wake up in my world.
It’s never the same.

Mirrored delusions

Traipsing through rooms of delight,
The mirror image of us is the only preservation of the reality we once shared.
‘Have we always looked like this?’
‘Yeah, don’t You remember’
‘I’ve forgotten purposefully’
Walking away, wishing we didn’t go back in time.