monolith

i think
if we close our eyes
really, really tight,
tight enough
not to let any light
in,

we can pretend
that we were
never there.

maybe
we could imagine
that there was never
any bed
where we played with dreams
until we molded them
into ours.

maybe those cities
and towns
that we captured
had no flag, and
and we were left
with the make believe.

but it's then,
at that moment
where
my eyelids
begin choking my eyes,
and everything inside
my brain
hurts.

it's then,
when i open my eyes,
and all that i can see
is everything i remember.