like the web of a spider
Life seems to have
a sense of humor
Timing so wrong
on so many things
He owns my heart
like a vice
too tight
I can’t breath
—-
But I long for him
I shake my head
on a regular basis
trying to get clarity
I hear people make
sounds with their mouths
but can’t understand the words
My mind is filled with him
just him
Like the air in a helium balloon
so full of thoughts
they lift me out of the room
---
My thoughts haunt me
Did I walk away from
the best thing in my life
or escape from
the worst nightmare
I could imagine
—-
I write to him in invisible letters
they never get on the page
Instead I tell of common events
of the day
Afraid to say
how I feel
He once was mine
but I ran like Julia Roberts
in “The Runaway Bride”
I want to bring him
my shoes and nail them
to the ground
So he sees I can stay
some day
When I learn to trust
—-
Feels like an endless book
want to flip thru the chapters
get to the end to see what happens
but I can’t
I have to let it unfold
as it will
and try to hold
onto my sanity
Find ways to look outside of the pain
so I don’t drown in the sea of endless sorrow
"There’s always tomorrow" claims
the famous song in the show “Annie”
Hope she’s right.
By Lynn Hahn
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