Denying it doesn’t make it less true
Explaining it doesn’t necessarily make things better
Still...
He was thankful for what she did.
Truly grateful for who she was. There was never the right time, space or words.
Only the right moments when the moments were
Dawn eases in
Dimly illuminating the damp street
Filling my fear
Signifying that I
Did not get the right amount of sleep
But what is the right amount
Of forty winks?
There’s a reason why roller coaster rides last only a few minutes
Pegged to the lower median of the population
Tolerance of thrill
So only a small portion throws up
And most of us who doesn’t
Are left wanting for more
But if our whole life becomes a vacation
Will we spend it by the shore?
Plot daily adventures
Games played, points scored
Find a new distraction
Only to be weirdly fatigued
Oddly
Countries at war
In scale of two people
Related but can no longer stand the other
Cold and distant
Ready to blow
For the slightest of slights
In absence of, or too pointed, a humor
And it starts at the dinner table
Tricky is the trigger
Like a button that needs
For someone who talks too much
She said
There’s a lot of things you don’t say
Those that he calls menial
Those he decided as wantonly
Devalued in meaning
She was waiting for a tinge of saccharine
It was an unfortunate accident
Besetting ardor
Hear words
Uttered with no effort
And all the convenient
Excuses
Hits and misses
Which part wore the other down?
The naïveté that
There is a certain peculiarity
A kid witnesses an adult
Fade and drift to a snoring bliss
As a device that blacks out
After an amount of idle minutes
And with chronic regularity
Son did not even try taking
Doesn’t happen very often
Does fuel one for days
A spring of inspiration
An existence unexplained
Hiding in plain sight
Overture, delight
You came and you’ve no idea
Of the weight of
In a house full of pens
To net fluttering ideas
Laid in paper
Intended permanence
I’d tap in
Or sometimes it taps me
I missed that train again
A few steps slow
Buzzing last warning
And the door slides slowly shut
Mocking those who rush in defeat
The next three, six, maybe five minutes
Wasted long
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