All              I see
         
           is

fragmentation.

It moves on
                   moves on
                                  ON
                             BUT
                     today
                    it
          went
back

A face flows with sadness.
I am powerless to the force.

The sadness disappears.
Briefly, I am lifted, held close
Like a rag doll, swung around.
All is as it should be.

Gently, I am placed back down.
I know that it was all a Goodbye.
I do not need or want to know why.

Though but a dream
This vision in equal measures,
haunts and comforts me.

I've only stopped talking for half an hour.
Already relief from this sour
drone of noise.

I always start at the middle.
Skip the beginning,
which is actually,
mostly the end.

Self-pity is addictive
I write so as to justify.
to give this pity, tangibility.

It's not polite to be unhappy
We are conditioned to look pleased.
So as not to offend.
The lying unhappy person.
Walking in front of me.