L'esprit de Escalier

Stop counting on that camera that hangs around your neck because it won’t remember what you choose to forget as you try to find some source of light, try to name one thing you like. You used to have such a longer list and light, you never had to look for it but now it’s so easy to second guess everything you do. You’re bored of cheering me up. Bored of calming me down. Bored of drying my eyes. But there once was a time when you were the one. You were the blue of the sky, you came after the storm. You were the switch on the wall, in the dark of the hall, I’m still fumbling for.