"He falls back onto clean new sheets of a freshly made bed, surrendering to the infinite choices life has provided for him. The hardness of the mattress has never felt so real. Mouth agape, he stares at the wall, the door, the pile of clothes on the floor. Some new realization is taking over but it isn't taking hold. The feelings coarse through his body but the ideas can't be articulated. Always one to reject reality, he ignores this and hopes it will pass. But it doesn't. It doesn't and it never will. His struggles will do no good against this adversary. Acceptance is the only weapon that can lull this beast into a slumber. Good night."
"Fear not the future and things you can't know,"
That's what she said to me,
"You're the only one I can be myself around, you make me feel so..."
As if it were an acceptable apology,
Why did we spend all that time?
Why did we waste each other's minds?
And never walked the pond twice,
You knew you'd go back, despite all advice,
Was it worth the words spoken and songs sung?
Nights with stars in our hearts and the sunrise on the tips of our tongues,
Pockets full of memories collecting like lint,
Fading like the light we made when I was a spark to your flint,
"I'm just not ready now, give me some time,"
I complied foolishly,
"I thought you'd forgotten me, it's been quite a while..."
Goodbye and good luck to you and to me.
.dm.
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