Is this really grief for the fantasy now dead,
Or is it regret for seven years tainted
With a lie I told myself?
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Is this really grief for the fantasy now dead,
Or is it regret for seven years tainted
With a lie I told myself?
Revisiting words
Those that once tugged emotional strings
Wetting eyes and shortening breath
Without changing form
Somehow have become vicious…
I became emboldened
Thinking this was it
Thinking I had the big mystery solved
I was carried by my arrogance
Since you climbed in here over a decade ago
The world is different
My world is different
Your existence colours everything I see around me
…you can see me, still,
If you know how to listen…
I’m don’t think I’m seeing many of the things
That most others can see
…
Don’t make me look
Do I do better with or without it?
Last week I learned the term “penguin pebbling”…
Rather, I wish I was better at conversation so I wouldn’t need to be.
…
This is my history
This is my life’s path winding between these trees
This is the home I was born in
This is the home I will die in
…