permanent

Headphones on, life off.

Turn up the sound 

to drown out

the deluge of my worries,

let the rhythm burn

my ears, ignore

the sting, because my

cheap blue headphones 

bring me

It's two weeks until Christmas

but it sure doesn't feel like it.

The air isn't filled

with the same spirit,

December joys are the

last thing on my mind.

My romanticized holiday season

The five stages of grief,

except nobody died.

They still flow through me

like he's gone forever,

but does it really matter?

It's not like he knows who I am.

However, he is gone,

forever,