APAD #13: Reduced Gravity

Every night we die at midnight,
So we all died ten thousand times
And for each night we slept alone
We lost a little of what makes us whole.

We sought comfort in sitcoms,
Sought comfort in books
about sensitive young men
confused by their cute female friends,

Screamed songs into the silence
about how much we were in love,
Whispered sweet nothings to sweet no one
And wondered why and how
(Wondered what Those Who Had Lost knew that we didn't)

Until we realised that the prickly heat in our chests is not shame
Until we realised that our bodies are ours and ours alone
Until we realised that we are less hopeless than we thought
We can stay up all night
And we can get by -
We can be weightless
for three seconds at a time.

[End. I got nothing]