to digress

[robertbarrett]

Through concrete and steel
the memories seep.
cannot be dammed.
slowly seeping into the sleeping bag you
pull around your head to not only stay warm
but so that the people walking by won't be
able to see your face.

Tired.
Tired of the daily search for sustenance.
tired.
tired of the daily search for a place to rest my weary
bones and joints.

past lives haunt.
they haunt menacingly.

the way things could have been.
the way things would have been.

if i had kept my promise.
if i had waited.
in fact, if i had never left.

i had a dream last night that i awoke at the bottom of a hill,
but this was not the hill where i had fallen asleep.
i was in an unfamiliar place.
I began to run down a road, searching for something familiar.
there was nothing.
I tried to scream, but i could not raise my voice up.

I'm lost.
lost in society
lost in the world
lost to myself.

I want to be found.
I want you to find me again.

please, don't ever give up on me.
it seems sometimes your the only thing that gets me through.

love is a funny funny thing isn't it?

It never really goes away, especially when it was real.
foolish, thrilling, hunted. what i wouldn't give to have those days back.