So....I completely suck at titles.
The laundry isn't done,
and you're down,
clawing for a way to the door so you
can go back in time.
Back to that smile you got in the hallway
just hours ago.
Back to the time when your smile was real,
and the emoticon on the chat screen didn't
flash its fake teeth for you.
Back to the moment where you had
yourself gathered,
instead of in cracked pieces
scattered across the light, carpet-covered floor.
