GI100 Book #2...random attempts at poetry. |
7-5-17 You're a cagey darkness, stashed away always in the places I least think to look. And it doesn't mean you're gone. You can hide but you won't run. Why do you settle in the unseen? What's that mean? When you start from far and away to narrate my dreams, you turn into something bigger than me. I need you, but I need you to not be overwhelmingly the opposite of pristine. If sadness is cancer you should be the IV and not the gauze; the pillow and not the cough. Sheens over shadows for the least likeliest win. A break. A breather. A sigh. A handy alibi. Just for a day, even, I need you on my side. |