morning, ice, night
Friday, November 30th, 2007
this morning felt blurrier than the normal
you weren’t next to me and it felt so catatonic
we are all used to a feeling and when it’s gone,
there is a loss of words and an empty space
the space is in the bed, in my heart and on my mind
seems we’ve come so far only to say we lost it
this afternoon felt like stepping on ice
gliding with no one to slide towards
we only remember the anger and now the lonliness is overwhelming
i wonder if it’s all worth it and i contemplate if this was the answer
this evening crept like death and tortured like metal
i craved your touch and your smell and she wants you too
this is the beginning of every day new and after
and i’m picking up the pieces
time to move on from the nights away and the mornings of illness
time to carry a good head and a healthy heart
ready to make you my love
now ready to make you my past
