I wish I could go back in time and shake myself.

“Wake up!”

Wake up, to her freckles like starlight.
Wake up, to her smile like the rising sun.
Wake up, to her eyes like the blue sky.
Wake up, to her joy like the universe.

“Wake up!”

Wake up, to what is right in front of you.
Wake up, so beautifully alive and yours.

“Wake up!”

Wake up, before you break something that cannot be undone.

A flickering street lamp
Fedora and a black thin tie

that's all I get in my
dreams

an occasional shot glass
filled with perfect cubes

and a splash of something
dark to drink

maybe

I’ll cry tomorrow
Today I have things to get done
Too many errands to run
Tears can’t unload this washing machine
Regret won’t make a ***** house clean
Self-pity doesn’t get the kids fed
Falling apart won’t get them to bed
If you have something to say
Just please hold off for today
I have too much to do
To spend time worrying about you
So if it’s my heart you plan to break
Break it tomorrow
Not now, not today
I’ll cry tomorrow

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Carrying my truth.
I stand by my views,
watching through
my weakening gaze.

After a raging storm,
making peace with myself,
I vanish into the air,
my convictions fold with me.

Without simple answers,
wearing the new lens,
I see another world:
not clearer,
not wiser,
not safer,
…
just slightly shifted.