You’re irreplaceable.
Even with all your faults,
you are still immaculate.
A singular creature,
existing in defiance
of the snakes
at the base of the world,
the confusion and the chaos.
You are still untarnished
by the fire,
unvanquished by deceit,
illicit in your words
and strong in your nature.
I admit it;
I took you to be
another one of those
two-bit fools,
those marionettes,
dancing to the strings;
the music that we all can hear,
but only some of us
seem to find the rhythm.
I realize now,
and not to absolve you
of your wrongs,
but I took it personally
and that was my choice.
I chose to hold on
to that negativity.
Even after I said,
“I forgive you.”
Now you shine.
Morning time.
There’s still a cup of coffee
and a cigarette,
but maybe not as many
as there used to be.
Good choices come slow;
those things are hard to come by,
but they’re there,
a little more every day.
Destruction comes quick,
quicker that we can imagine,
but progress,
man, she can be fickle,
and stubborn;
but you’re stubborn, too
and one of a kind,
under this endless sky.
HG – 2018
