Where in the world have my dead wishes gone?
Did they slide down the drain
Like the rain
On wet Thursdays?
Did they dance through the night
Then dissolve
With the light?
Could they come back to haunt me?
Or crush me and taunt me?
Am I safe?
Are they gone?
Were they real?
What does it mean when the colours turn white?
Did they drip to the soil
With a sound
Like a heartbeat?
Is it just that your eye
Can’t believe,
Must deny?
If you faced what you’re seeing
Would the colours start being
Bright again?
Are they gone?
Were they real?