Behind dilated pupils tides roll back and forth:
a heavy weight sits atop a broken body.
I’d ask for directions so I could stay lost
but the faces don’t seem too friendly.

I sit,
somewhere,
and watch myself from above.
And as the girl approaches
I fight to rush back.
A knowing smile glimpsed beneath the austere,
either that or I’m starting to lose track.

She holds out a hand
which closes to fist
while watching me
witnessing
a world losing colour.
I can see us both there cast adrift
no longer needing
nor wanting the others.

She assures me that everything is fine
but I can not be sure.
Her blue eyes read as a sign around her neck:
“Nothing will be as before”