Silence next to you used to be peaceful. I know I annoy you now but I've figured out why.
There is no peace nor serenity in sitting next to you watching your hands shake as you play your game.
There is nothing more simple than the peace I once felt next to you.
Now I feel trapped when you are next to me.
If I face you, you will look away and it will hurt.
If I face the window, I will see beautiful things and it, too, will hurt because I know longer understand that beauty.
I am trapped between the wall and the boy who once helped me build up my own walls.
I am trapped between the dry plaster and the person who once kept my head dry in the rain.
The wall with the window and the boy with the umbrella. The hole in my soul and the stitches in his. The rest was all space, empty and broad.
Yet nothing was as empty as my heart.
It was you and me, alone in the room, but hanging in the air and draped from the ceiling with the curtains were the memories.
A mind full of memories and a heart full of emptiness.
