Used To Be

Written by Jacob Ibrag

Didn’t mean to wake you,  it’s just

that sometimes I get lost in all of

this darkness. I would try to grasp for

air and fail as my lungs would collapse

from within. I’d panic out of  bed and

find myself trapped in the pit of well

with a sliver of moon light bleeding in.

Crawling into a broken corner, my mind

would slowly begin to drift further into

a state of perpetual nothingness. It’s only

then that I’d remember that you’re laying

beside my body. The ice running through

my veins would thaw at the touch of your

skin. The hazel in your eyes would pierce

through myself  manifested void and

collect my scattered attention. I used to

be lost till you whispered hello in the

crowded train. I used to think that I was

alone till you took hold of my hand.

Just thought I’d share that with you at

four thirty in the morning.

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Photographer Unknown