With these late thoughts
wondering where you’ve gone,
perhaps I’m the one,
lost, while wading around in this room.
A space that is vacant, yet cramped.
I’ve come to memorize every inch
there’s barely enough space
for my thoughts to gather properly.
First light comes this morning,
that eye opening moment
where you find the actual place
you’ve been placed all along.
Flooded with a last poem
I promise to change the chase now
I’m too exhausted to ask again,
I guess I’ll read about your outcomes,
or how it was,
when you turned out in the end.
The easier dream if ever there was
has been letting go of the one promise
writing close to 400 poems
that went mostly ignored.
Sure you glanced over your shoulder
flicking the tiny pests
to leave you alone.
I’m relieved to put this away
misfortune has never been
this sorrowful part of me.
Different shadows ask for my thoughts
my attention has turned for now
because I can’t quite understand
how being all silent
was ever justified,
I would of paid to hear your voice.
Perhaps the price was paid
like some drunken slumber
I spoke too harshly in my sleep
when you actually heard
my guarded inner voice.