i kiss seconds
goodbye and watch days pull further
away from me
tugging like an imaginary rope
from my mind
for the gap widens but the memory stains deeper with
each expansion
and everything about the way i feel
sustains
despite a new year
i am a new slap in the face
an ugly reminder of what i am now
and why
because during a time when everybody
gleefully bounce on
resolutions
i continue crashing deadends because
i was once so certain
there was a way through.
i disowned the ability
to reverse and start over
a new year
an old wound
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