It was like I never left.
It made me uncomfortable,
How easy it was, how familiar.
There was meaning to it when you strip it down.
Compassion.
Plus the urge not to be sad for a little while.
It's hard to escape the past,
Ghosts linger in this room.
I hear them as you sleep.
Whispering what I already know.
I think I may have to bury you,
Once and for all.
But maybe not right now
Soon I will bury you into this poem as a grave warning to all.
But for now, we do not have to be ourselves in the shadows.
Jul 19, 2017
Jul 19, 2017 at 3:21 PM UTC
It was like I never left.
It made me uncomfortable,
How easy it was, how familiar.
There was meaning to it when you strip it down.
Compassion.
Plus the urge not to be sad for a little while.
It's hard to escape the past,
Ghosts linger in this room.
I hear them as you sleep.
Whispering what I already know.
I think I may have to bury you,
Once and for all.
But maybe not right now
Soon I will bury you into this poem as a grave warning to all.
But for now, we do not have to be ourselves in the shadows.
