Finally
trying to message you,
not as easy as it was.
I’m reaching out,
something is in the way.
These kind of days
I was afraid,
no doubt,
watching you spiral,
dowsing truth like water.
We broke everything.
The kind of foundation,
this life
is what we deal with.
Anxiety
all the time.
Taken all that you had.
Lost ones,
bar fights,
tattoos.
Don’t think of the consequence.
This time,
you’re gonna make it.
HG – 2021
**AUTHOR’S NOTE**
This piece was an experiment, written backwards, from the last word at the bottom of the page, to the first word at the top. Punctuation was added in editing.
Just an exercise, but I think it turned out kind of cool.
-DJR