These are not the words
that I thought I would write.
These are not the things
that I thought I would do.
Every day
I drift a little further
away from you.
Never finding me
in a safe place,
always crucified,
and huddled in
some extenuating
situation.
I bet you thought
I was coming in,
but I was gone.
Such is the wave of surrender
that comes over me
when I see you.
It’s probably why I keep moving,
putting the universe
between us.
I’m not sure we’re from
the same world.
Did you imagine me?
Are you just a dream?
I feel my life is coming to
one of those
inevitable
conclusions.
This is not the way
I saw the world
when I first started,
but the fundamentals never change.
I never split hairs
over good and evil.
Every single time
I’ve been around you,
you say something
genuinely interesting.
Now I’m lost out here
in between
what I remember
and what my senses tell me;
telling me you’re real.
And I feel that wave about the break
over my head again.
It all comes flooding in;
consciousness,
awareness
and sweet surrender.
HG – 2109