April #15

For one week
we've slept
through the world.
We should've known,
it wouldn't last,
we live with the past.

For one week
we've lived
all alone.
We should've known,
it wasn't real,
just how we feel.

For one week,
we've let
it fade away.
Now we've got to try,
to stay alive,
fight through the days.