There once was a time - Lindsey Roivas

There once was a time when I was just here, and you were just there.
Not a word was spoken, other than those in such simple polite conversation.
Then all at once your words were clear; they danced in the waves amongst the stale air.
Overtime, we built this amazing amiability and you became my salvation.


You made me feel vital; little did I know how dispensable I really was.
That warm smile that was so dear to my nature is but now foreign and distant.
The memories that carefully hold your voice now only contain an atmospheric buzz.
And what was once our vaguely close correspondence is now in the least bit persistent.


You’ve forgotten that I’m still awake, but yet I can’t make the illusions disappear.
You come visit me once in a while, sometimes weeks at a time, but then I revive
And I realize that you’re still miles away, and those dreams weren’t so sincere.
But that’s not really what I’m so distressed of; instead I can’t live and thrive.


You left me without a note or understanding, only to be fastened tightly to perplexity.
You wouldn’t let my words spark out; they were only to be lost among others of such generics.
But I thought that I was singular, one of something more than alterability?
You proved me wrong and left me to fend for myself and all of the worldly hysterics.


How can I be expected to function when you were my only salvation?
But now I’m just here and you’re just there, you and you liveliness and I in this isolation.