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Yesterday
I slept like a baby, my hands curled into fists
tucked under my chin. I sighed and moved closer to the warmth by my side
moved into the life that I didn't belong in,
moved into ruin like a sly mongoose.
When I woke up, he was there, ready to be everything
to me. When I awoke, I knew, there was no going back.
Today
I hear my mother's worried words through time and space
and they tear me away from life, into another kind of realm.
I rush home to be by the sides of those I love,
hoping, praying, that someone else would rush to my side.
When he doesn't, I curl into the lives of family,
knowing that I made another mistake. Knowing that I belong here
and not there.
Tomorrow
Comes an apology through the phone,
ready to take me back into the fold, ready to take a little more
draining me into hopelessness. This is not the time--no,
the time is never.
I slept like a baby, my hands curled into fists
tucked under my chin. I sighed and moved closer to the warmth by my side
moved into the life that I didn't belong in,
moved into ruin like a sly mongoose.
When I woke up, he was there, ready to be everything
to me. When I awoke, I knew, there was no going back.
Today
I hear my mother's worried words through time and space
and they tear me away from life, into another kind of realm.
I rush home to be by the sides of those I love,
hoping, praying, that someone else would rush to my side.
When he doesn't, I curl into the lives of family,
knowing that I made another mistake. Knowing that I belong here
and not there.
Tomorrow
Comes an apology through the phone,
ready to take me back into the fold, ready to take a little more
draining me into hopelessness. This is not the time--no,
the time is never.