Counting the Days

We were on the run but our memories were there to remind us throughout the day. We couldn’t move forward and we definitely couldn’t go back. We were stuck in the middle with the worries of tomorrow and our problems from yesterday. Even thought that night happened only a month ago, we both could see it clearly. The sounds scared me, they scared my mom. We were slowly fading into this unknown abyss; we didn’t fight to get out. We were even losing each other; we didn’t reach out for the other. We didn’t try no more. It didn’t seem to matter.