Finally Gone

And I waved a final goodbye as my dreams
Dripped down the drain
With tears splattering after them.
High-pitched echoes of the drops
Called back to me, begging for me to keep them,
Hold them tightly to my heart
Where they belong,
But I instead pulled my outstretched arm close to my body,
Took a slow, uneven breath,
And spun around to face reality.

Fantasies did nothing for me
But shatter all that I had,
All that I could see
Like mirrors.
My eyes viewed the world
In pieces.
Sometimes I saw two of the same,
Sometimes I found an empty spot,
But altogether it created
A distorted picture
Full of cracks
Of what I thought reality to be,
Of what I thought life to be.