A morning riot tracks the pavement with
Pedestrians, you guessed it, another day
Spins around itself; with me hanging on it's
Tail. Pyjamas stick loosely to my slothish
Moving body, dragging my eyes to the awake
Chirping of chores and fanthom love scenarios
I might schedule for later. Coffee is all have to
Drown myself for the moment, bathing with
It's dark senses it has to hit me right in the spine. I need to wake up...
Hair combed in branches and features barely
Tagging along on my blank face remind me
Of the lonely pillows on THAT side of the bed, The one that used to dip slightly in warmth
And lazy feathery kisses. No longer a compass
Of my awake side, my nights could beg to differ
If they were to be heard that is.
Dripping on my cup, sweetless oatmeal feasts
On my stroking hand, back and fourth, mask on and face down all I carry outside of me. I got
To go to work or work comes to me, in other
Ways, I have to live without the scent of a
Heartbeat to quiet down the ranting judgment
Of my own head to the rest of my body. It's OK,
It can't be different I've been told. I'll survive, half at that but what can I do, no clock waits for the heart to mend before ticking again. It's a bother really, loving without love.
Where did I
Leave my feelings again?!