I throw the light
and the day comes on.
Not what it was,
but something more.
A question
I must ask myself
every day,
every morning.
Impossible confused with possible.
The only thing remaining
is the blood.
I never thought I’d answer
in these words,
but you just kept on asking
and I
eventually,
said “Yes”.
Narcotic;
like the way you wore
nothing.
Like a star,
brilliant,
but blinding,
and dead too soon.
Heaven never knew
what I suspected all along
was the truth.
The day invades my head,
and there is no escape.
Not that I am wanting to.
Everything finally makes sense.
Caught up in the interlude.
Isn’t it amazing?
The ways we never were.
So much change,
and we’re still
stumbling in the dark,
looking for the answer.
At this point,
it must be choice.
It must be
destiny in circles.
We keep orbiting,
but never quite colliding.
I stand here,
waiting,
in the grey-dawn light.
Waiting
for a sign.
When I don’t see one,
I assume
everything is fine,
and carry on
ignorant again.
HG – 2020
