Nothing feels quite right anymore

Like the saturation level on the television set is off

Like there’s something happening out there somewhere

and I’m supposed to be there

but I can’t be

because you took the tickets when you left

and now I’m just sitting here,

breathing,

blinking,

hoping that one of the times my eyes open again

things will look the way they’re supposed to

but I know they won’t

not without you here

to point out what I’m missing

to show me what colors are supposed to be

to laugh as I can’t stop blinking

to tell me all I need to do is shake it off

Well I’m shaking now,

where are you to tell me when I’m done?

You were the one in charge, after all

so when am I supposed to stop?

When will you bring the color back?

Will I still be standing here

Just blinking, just breathing,

just trying to find normal in your absence?