Moving quietly
Finding each other’s fragments
Meeting at crossroads
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Moving quietly
Finding each other’s fragments
Meeting at crossroads
Re-reading calmly:
poems written months ago
feel like yesterday
Old words remembered:
today they make me wonder
if I’ll ever change
How sad is it, that
love can grow without limits
while time only shrinks
Morning came again:
confusing mix of apathy
and disappointment
.
3:45 AM
Frothing at the mouth
Over prophesized outcomes
I’ll never prevent
Fury turned inward:
History deafens me while
Self-hate steals my sight
I’m angry as hell
At predicted ends because
I’m fucking mental
Steadily creeping
Future unpredictable
Feels more familiar
Wanderer returns:
I wonder how my face now
reflects in his eyes
Journey concluded:
Has travel changed the view
in my direction
An important friend returns from a long journey.
Small round white escape
Summons temporary death
Bringing short relief
Waiting for closed eyes
I wonder who the deep black
Will bring me tonight
Eyes and hands reach with
Nowhere to go but forward
Blind to one’s own heart
8:50 pm
On observing the particular journey of one close and dear.