Something.

There was this hint of something.

I saw it flying around my head, confusing me, too fast to make out the details.

But I knew,

It was happiness.

      

I had hope.

 It left.

You left.

Every body left.

I'm attempting to escape without actually leaving.
But that's not how anything works.

Nothing helps, not music, not you.
You act like this small bad day was nothing.
Oh but you don't know how a small thing can burn everything else up with it.