Prodigal son

A prodigal son.

I still wish I could forget the times I came home for the wrong reasons.

These family reunions to address my habits.

A time when if it caught my eye, I would grab it

If it sparkled for me.

I remember spending hours looking for a vein

I couldn't understand that sometimes it's not always best to find what you're looking for

Even if it's not really what you're looking for.

There is always a story in between the lines if you're dedicated to the book.

And me..

I've squinted so hard trying, that my eyes have crossed

And for one horrible moment all my dirty little secrets were doubled.

Exposed.

I guess the dichotomy was just another layer of my delusion.

I'm so tired of running my mouth that I've adopted the views of a mime

Realizing that actions do speak louder than words.

For the first time in my life, I guess I'm content being a clown.

I wear this pie on my face proudly, like the war paint of some Toltec raider.

I feel limber love, put on your slippers and come dance with me.

Show me you love me.

We've already determined that actions speak louder than words

So why continue speaking in fraction signs and decimals.

Mime for me.

Even if right now, today, you make the decision to subtract me from your life

The collection of our memories would still add up to more than most experience in a lifetime.

 

-Colby Parish