i forgot this part of the grieving process. i used to have to squint when i looked at you but, i guess you aren't shining as bright as you used to. i set fire to everything i missed about you because really, it doesn't matter. nothing does anymore. i face facts on a daily basis, so i dont understand why i'm fighting so hard to hang on to this little shred of hope. maybe it's the summer heat, maybe it's the hollow feeling in my chest. i'll just count backwards from ten. you're supposed to be out by five. wake me up when it's all over.