somebody remind me
that it is may and not june
that it was my bestfriend's bday
and not my ex
whom i long deeply to confide
in his embrace whenever
i feel like i can no longer lift
my own spirit
that same very ex who hurt me the most

somebody remind me
that it is still may and not june
four more weeks to go
before i can see some light
back into the window
of my heart
the same heart i thought i knew dearly, truly
yet feels very much detached to from -lately.

may's rain has nothing but chased me around
today, i got lucky in my silences
sitting in the day wind, under the sun
whilst spending the night
illuminated by the rgb of my screen
somebody remind me when june has arrived
so i can slowly turn the lights back on
. . .