chalk it up to a detour until meantime

the writing's on the wall

i know you can't see it,

but Darling, trust me

it's down the hall

just a few more steps

& you'll read

that you and i simply cannot be,

maybe momentarily---

but definitely not for eternity.

[...]

on second though

let's sit & talk

look at the words they're only chalk

and it comes down unwanted goodbyes

know those lines disappear

with the help of our un-dry eyes.

for now we should leave alone

those stars in their skies,

not ask whys

and just live off our newfound happy sighs.

two sides/one coin.

It's that just lately...I see both side of the coin. A symmetric display of either/or, this or that, and the options are quite rattling.

I'm liking the view.

I'm controlling my urges.

I'm making better choices.

I am seeing the beauty & sadness all in a glance.

The beginning and end all on one page..

[...]

It is like a broken abandoned piano and all the time in the world to bring back it's song.

xx,

Hb

maybe, May baby..yes indeed honey, it's getting sunny.

it's written on my heart

the story of us from end to start...

I just know it.

I feel it in my bones like I feel the sun wanting to stay up late & play but damn that moon and the man in it for that matter...

Spring promises big things,

& I am ready.

the days drag like a last cigarette

i only save a few words

kept safe in place i let no one,

but you.

they're pure,

and they are sacred

every single one of them true.

unlike so many things

i let slip through my soul

like a sieve,

i have become a clouded muddied version

of what you remember of me

my heart a flooded river

with nothing left to give.

it's been years

too many emptied beers

& cheap back alley souvenirs.

and i've tried to call

to tell you that i am sorry,

& i'm okay,

and alone.

but you don't recognize my voice

& hang up the phone.

so i swallow another sunset

& chase it with tears

falling from blue eyes gone gray

shattered like a thousand mirrors.

this is 3am promises

and last cigarettes,

this is life when you forget you're way home,

because it's hidden in your chest.

My feet got that get-up-&-go-now-feeling again.

I wish someone could just hand me one already...