grief works the graveyard shift, torturing me with my happiest memories
the ceiling, my silver screen for the night
reminding me of what I once had, taunting me with what will never again be
this finite cache of joyful moments playing on repeat, sending waves of ache through my heart as I resign myself to the knowing
that this is all I have left of you
just one, singular reel of scenes which I will project on loop for a lifetime
a pilot episode of a canceled show
miles and miles of empty frames left barren on the film roll
my mind will write you a thousand endings more deserving, and my heart will choose a favorite
that is where I will hold you
in a false memory of my own creation, a story epic and worthy of who I alone knew you to be