What do you do
When words run dry,
And dreams cease,
And your shadow
Fails to haunt you?
What do you say
To no one?
To yourself?
Do you still speak
To your reflection?
Can you force old fantasies
To exist within your mind,
Even when
Your Dreamwalker is long gone?
Do minutes feel like minutes,
And not hours?
Or days, or weeks,
For that matter..?
Can you still
Anticipate tomorrow?