A Passing Thought

I miss the world today.
It got off on a bus somewhere,
And I dont quite remember its destination,
Or even if it bought a return ticket; I dont think so, though.
I only know that it went away.
Nor do I remember if we sat down for one last café con leche,
If the palacsintas we shared were sweet or savoury,
Or even if I ever believed that hunger could be sated by food.
I know I dreamt up so many things,
Entire worlds maybe. Existences,
Reasons to get up in the morning. Tell me,
Could it be that I am still...