seeker

I keep asking the same questions.
I keep getting the same answers.
I KNOW ALREADY.
I KNOW.
I don't need to ask anymore.
You're not coming back.
It's been a week, and not a word.
I KNOW ALREADY.
I KNOW.
How did I find out?
We were so different to each other,
but not so different from each other.
I asked myself what I would do.
I wouldn't even turn around to glance.
I would be setting my watch for the next time zone,
skipping my way from here to there,
singing aloud and swinging my arms.
One week, it's been. One long week.
I am seizing my weeks.
Tomorrow I will drag myself back on
my feet and out of this hoodie.
I will make myself go through normal life.
After awhile, my life without you
will be normal life.
Though it may take me longer
since I'm dragging my heels.