TRANSITIONAL

Closing my eyes won’t block you
You’re inside of me
A collection of electronic impulses
A memory,
In my minds scrapbook

Some hanging by a thread
Some stuck fast
Some drifting in and out of focus
Some real Some not so real
Some just a fantasy

Happiness, it‘s transitional
My heart is empty,
Empty but free
I‘ve got my life back
And you,
You‘re no more than a memory