Tired.
So it seems that I've only been updating with poetry lately (don't worry, this post is no exception) but I'd like to recognize the span of time elapsed from the actual last update on my life. Quite a long time. March or so. I haven't looked at the actual dates, but that is quite a long time. Seasons passed, people came, people left, trees grew leaves, breaths were taken, but the sun is still there. And some of all that time was wasted. It's a part of all of life. Some is wasted. That is the real shame. But perspectives can be taken, so that what is retained is appreciated and whole heartedly loved for what it is. And that is what I've come to know.
You came and left
within the rising
and setting of
the moon.
No more like a wave
than the rocks they crash
against, but merely
the shadows hiding by each.
Sitting and staring
me down, smikring
(and smoking)
at nothing, and
yet, come to think of
it, I didn't see you smile.
Should this have
signaled something
I couldn't forsee?
It came too late,
after you had left-
the thought of
malevolent intentions.
An open heart sewn
shut with the
silence that followed,
with rushing blood back
to the system, producing
a Thump Thump.
One thing fixed,
but another weakened.
You came and quickly went,
but I think it made
me sick.
You came and left
within the rising
and setting of
the moon.
No more like a wave
than the rocks they crash
against, but merely
the shadows hiding by each.
Sitting and staring
me down, smikring
(and smoking)
at nothing, and
yet, come to think of
it, I didn't see you smile.
Should this have
signaled something
I couldn't forsee?
It came too late,
after you had left-
the thought of
malevolent intentions.
An open heart sewn
shut with the
silence that followed,
with rushing blood back
to the system, producing
a Thump Thump.
One thing fixed,
but another weakened.
You came and quickly went,
but I think it made
me sick.