Here we are
Like always
Dog yelping
in the other room
I try to explain to you
My pain is like yours
Just fragmented
Amongst your own ghost
Don’t you see it?
The bruises of whiskey
The long sighs of relief
When you come home clean
Clean
Clean
Isn’t that a funny word?
I wait so long to hear it.
And then you whisper -
The essence of it.
It floats within me
For a fragment of time
Even if
I admit
It’s now on its’ ninth life,
Each time I beg
That your life
Still has truth
And then it goes out
The meaning of it all
And you laugh
Because isn’t joy
Just the ignorance of pain?
I’m crying
There’s tears in the living room now
And on the sofa where you spoke your first sound
I’m trying
To contain the little of my remains
But how do you die when you’re still living?
You look at me now
Those same eyes I saw
When you were four
Four and trying to show me
How your spaceship made of sand
Will take us far -
Take us to the moon
Take us there
And back
I’m standing in your room
And I’m trying
To figure out how I got us here
To figure out how to get us back
Do bottle tops shimmer like sand?
Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 11:14 PM UTC
Here we are
Like always
Dog yelping
in the other room
I try to explain to you
My pain is like yours
Just fragmented
Amongst your own ghost
Don’t you see it?
The bruises of whiskey
The long sighs of relief
When you come home clean
Clean
Clean
Isn’t that a funny word?
I wait so long to hear it.
And then you whisper -
The essence of it.
It floats within me
For a fragment of time
Even if
I admit
It’s now on its’ ninth life,
Each time I beg
That your life
Still has truth
And then it goes out
The meaning of it all
And you laugh
Because isn’t joy
Just the ignorance of pain?
I’m crying
There’s tears in the living room now
And on the sofa where you spoke your first sound
I’m trying
To contain the little of my remains
But how do you die when you’re still living?
You look at me now
Those same eyes I saw
When you were four
Four and trying to show me
How your spaceship made of sand
Will take us far -
Take us to the moon
Take us there
And back
I’m standing in your room
And I’m trying
To figure out how I got us here
To figure out how to get us back
Do bottle tops shimmer like sand?