My name is not Rachael

We sat there in silence in at open bar,

listening to yelling, crying, screaming.

We watched people lit themselves on fire,

running around in the mist.

We sat there untouched by the creatures that sat around us,

those hoping, smoking, laughing.

I finally opened my mouth,

letting out, " you?"

and I heard " Marley."

I am not Rachael.

I am a girl at the bar finding traces of herself that she left behind from the past.

We do not speak.

"Whiskey"

Something he left for me,

now my poison.

We sat there watching,

Your hand filled up the arch of my palm.

I do not feel anything.

We started having a conversation about what the world is made of,

beauty, peace, war,

superficial.

I thought of you,

What your world was made of.

Mine was him.

You've got me wrong.

I found what was left of me.

My name is not Rachael.

I am living in the memory of him.

Forgotten,

Nothing.