The last night

There comes a time when you just need time to stop
A Chopin nocturne played on repeat
Then, while staring at a white ceiling, i hardly push your memory away
Your skin is slowly becoming crumpled paper
Your shy eyes are now black holes where I can't reflect myself anymore
I'm not even sure if I have ever slept with you
I try to think about LA
Stones under a pale full moon
I stop wonder why
No meaning for the consequences
No reasons for what happened
Just a rolling outcome of events
You call it rebound
I call it reaction