I miss you like a good dream I’ve woken from,
the color and splendor dissolved into daylight,
a gray hazed bedroom, life stunted in the stale air.
I wanted to grow up with you. Our radiowaves
used to amplify a magic. Glitter in the frequencies,
smoke my sadness out with paint fumes, foolish hope. 
Big plans, schoolgirls, off to college, then fresh-faced
adults. We would’ve come to no harm. We would’ve 
set a force field with our joy, you could’ve swept up
my fragments and they would’ve rejoined in your palm.
Now I’m devastatingly lost. You’re in greener pastures. 
My time loop doesn’t accommodate for texts begging
to bridge me back into good days. There are no good days
when I’ve mazed myself into such a bleak dead zone.