Your Wake & My Reality

Your Wake

I'm trying to pick up

the shards of rose tinted glasses

which you made

and destroyed

due to a few whispers of

fear

I know you are right

We all must see

cold reality eventually

Now I stare

 into foggy mirrors

Trying to wipe you away

like condensation

Your sticky residue endures

I cannot sleep in its humidity

I cannot dream

I am awake in a daydream

of when my nerves danced with joy

Instead of signaling my discomfort

I am awake to reality

and my reality is your wake

My Reality

I pick up

rose tinted glasses

which made

a few whispers of

"I know! right!"

We all must see

Now I stare

into mirrors

wipe away

sticky residue

I can sleep in

I can dream

I am awake in a daydream

My nerves dance with joy

instead of signaling my discomfort

I am awake to reality

My reality