idealized

it’s a night to realize.

cold air spills from the
open fridge jolting me awake.
my thoughts run clearer now,
though the spell is temporary.

harsh white light is blinding
against the darkness of 3am.
ease the door shut quietly,
break the spell and sleep.

it doesn’t work like that
though because now’s a realization.
eyes sting with chilled tears,
you were never actually here.

in love with an idea.