2 July 2021

it's been a long time since putting pen to paper

and letting these words do what they must

another thing lost to pandemics

or growing older, caring less (take your pick)

the lights outside click red and green and crickets 

keep tempo with july and this type of alone feels different

i've learned things change, but not this: 

these chasms inside that summer can't fill quite all the way up.

waiting instead of living and 

an empty i can't begin to make you understand

and it kills me

to think this feeling is the one 

thing i'll never shake

watching a bruise fade slower than it should and wondering

if all this goes much too deep to be loved.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

It sounds as though something has ended and nothing has replaced it. Bruises, however, do eventually fade, and pain is forgotten with time. Not minimizing hurt, just recalling experience.