Drained

An empty street, an empty house, a void within.
A hundred fleeting moments of laughter.
Dissolved by an eerie silence, in a jiffy.
An incomplete story.

An incomplete story.
Certain to meet a tragic end.
If only ways were mended when there was something to mend.
Time flies.

Time flies.
Nothing can stop change.
If only the phase lasted longer.
The phase just before that change.

The phase filled with joy.
That now seems like an illusion.
The joy that touched and vanished.
Questioning my intuition.

The intuition that wonders what's wrong
When the world is already changed
The last one to know this,
drained, I'm already drained.