Slept for almost 13 hours.
All my aches, all gone away, and bruises faded by a shade.
Twisted ankle, lying in wait, to spring again come next work night.
My hips have lied, but all the same, I'd take that pain in exchange.
Talked with AC for 3 hours.
Laughed a deal, made some plans
The same old things goin' round and round and round and round.
How can it be now that I'm sad?
I don't want to know, not really.
Don't want to visit that place again, not today.
Not now, not really ever.
Time to avoid, to recede, to descend,
to be within
There will be another day, just not today
Now I have to go and not be.
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