The crowd has become a blurry frenzy of chatter and movement,
our eyes meet
until you smile
and you mouth my name.
There was nothing to come home to,
Except the mask of a stranger
“There was a pie, sitting on the counter , just waiting to be eaten” – i ate it, in honor of you, and your humour that i miss sporadically when the world reminds me of how there’s no human scale for being fair.
Counting my blessings… I used to count you twice.
Today there was a VOID
How do you let something REST in PEACE?
You stop thinking about it.
You stop talking about it.
You bury it.
You forget where you bury it.
And You most certainly don’t dig it up to play with it.
Self Punishment is a choice.
“You’re choosing the way to live every day for the rest of your life,
every day until you die. I wouldn’t do this”
Don’t hurt yourself revisiting illusions. Reality is what meets us afterall. With that crashing of thunder in our hearts.