you get so used to something;
to someone;
never expect them to abandon you
though you condoned their departure
you saw it coming
it was all experienced yesterday
except, then
it was only a distant speck
you brushed away the dust you kicked up and
ignored the arguments that weighed on your conscience
you saw it coming
yet it still hits you like a freight train
with your back to it;
your earphones in
because you were trying to enjoy a walk
on such dangerous tracks;
such thin ice
you saw it coming
so what choice do you now have
but to finally collapse;
to let it run you over
and let your
omniscient bones
break?
you saw it coming,
but you let it hit you anyway.
please, get out of the way next time.
september thoughts, november reality