I've seen your face before and then you were in my dream.

Younger, with a porkpie hat and drainpipe jeans.

You said you weren't ready for anything serious while you were crossing the road.

Foreheads pressed together,

Eyes blurred, but I could see crystal clear.

The connection points met and it felt complete.

Thinking about where I am.

I am here and yet the ghosts of the past keep crowding my mind.

People I have known, half known, don't know anymore.

If life is balance then they think about me too.

I just wish they would do it quietly and leave me be.

I have this half eaten feeling.

I am all dunked out.

You drained me.

I want to step on the red dot and keep it still.

I want to turn around and say just fuck off.

I'm hungry but you don't fill me up.