drunk butterfly

it felt strange sleeping in a place where you had existed for so long.
me lying there wondering how we had come so far from the time where
you loved me – and i staring up at the photo of you by the door feeling
like a stranger. an intruder staring into your blank eyes, finally
seeing a vision of hopelessness for the first time.

how sober time can make us…

unrecognisable you, staring down at me.
a glimpse of your past or my future – was i right to come?