Remember what it used to mean? Remember when you used to wake up keen? Remember when it felt like the rest of our lives were nothing but the moments in between? Now all I think about is the meaning in what you said. Now all I do is lay longer in a lonely bed. Now each time my phone goes ding I swipe the lock screen with a sense of dread.
I don't want to be here anymore, I don't want to be the umbrella that you leave lingering by the door. Never looking at me as you pass by on you way, only taking me out when your skies are turning grey.