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