All the pieces
in suitcases
packed and put away.
I count the reasons
why I leave them
I guess I cannot admit
that I'm afraid
Of all the secrets and war stories
that left scars upon my skin
and if I keep them stored in
Darkened places
perhaps,
I'll forget it ever happened.
Still,
the turning of the gears
the locks I wish would adhere
inside my closet
shadows slipping
down the faucet
All my tears.
All my fears.
All the years
I caved
but I hear the music play
You tell me, "it's okay...it's okay"
When it never is.
I awake to the sound of broken glass
World's Best cup shards
Of the past.
Running toward the kitchen door
there on the floor
both useless cup and you.
I pick them up and throw them in
And say aloud, "I'll just save them"
It's okay... It's okay...
Maybe tomorrow will be a better day
but it never is.