Unhappiness and discontent grow-
are gradual and steady things-
unnoticed until a Saturday afternoon breeze
steals inside your chest and stirs
and stirs forever like unsettled dust
in an empty house.
Love grows old after long enough;
Life starts to feel thin and strained
spread over so many years.
They are real things and natural, and
I’d rather they change as I do
than be the same as they were
years before.
It would be unnatural that these things
might resist the will of time
when nothing else has.
Mar 20, 2012
Mar 20, 2012 at 6:00 AM UTC
Unhappiness and discontent grow-
are gradual and steady things-
unnoticed until a Saturday afternoon breeze
steals inside your chest and stirs
and stirs forever like unsettled dust
in an empty house.
Love grows old after long enough;
Life starts to feel thin and strained
spread over so many years.
They are real things and natural, and
I’d rather they change as I do
than be the same as they were
years before.
It would be unnatural that these things
might resist the will of time
when nothing else has.
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