Spent the last 5 years
Forgetting
To make a therapist appointment
Self diagnosed myself
A couple times over
Muted myself
With medication
And YouTube recommendations
I put off
Writing a love letter
To my best friend
Sigh
To what could have been

Still
I’m happy

Not all the time
Of course
But,
Enough.

You’re much like the rain,
You can be soft or heavy,
Or kind to my drought.

Night’s Tomb is The Morning. The Sun is engorged with Glory
And Yellow has a Face… The lawns vary from manicured to feral,
and gobs of Time are plundered by the sane and misfit alike…
Because Theories bleed when actual Living dies.
The Sky is Broken, and all the Candy is not even There.
Too many Reindeer in Coffins, choking on Christmas
and sketching garlands on Ponies that never win Races.
Just Dreaming is like constantly Learning to Burn.
I have Teacups for blunders.
And Sunscreen for
Epiphanies.

You?

there’s
something
comforting
about
the
vacancy
in
­my
heart

not enough
nothing, everything
maybe too much matters
I get lost somewhere in between
trapped inside
a suspended state of tension
know me, slowly
softly sway
float through
a warm glow
frozen solid
soul to core

It's cold out
tonight-
I hope you still have
a vacancy left
in your heart
for this weary
soul.

You're a stranger
Who are you
Trust you? I haven't a clue
I think l once knew you
In a lifetime where l knew
That maybe l did love you