We talk about life
and the darker things,

you assure me everything
will turn out well,
even when we both know

it’s not likely
to be in our lifetime.

I rattle on
asking questions
we don’t have the answers to,

I leave sentences unfinished,
question marks hanging
feeling you coming up short
when you don’t know how to help me,

(no one really does)

and I let you off the hook,
feigning a need for nicotine,
buying bleach instead

hoping I can lighten the mood…

BAN August 5, 2014 8:07 am