I wish I could write a story of us
I'll walk with you in the afternoon -
somehow the dappled shade
makes puzzle pieces come together.
Side by side in synchronicity
Our thoughts will float mutually
together and separate
I can imagine how nice it would be
to have some quiet, understanding company
Calming and exciting simultaneously
I'll hold your invisible hand -
maybe you're just a paper shape
cut out and stored in my pocket.
A storm exists in the descent of night
I lost the day
Don't bother me with things I don't want to do
If I did what I wanted could I still be happy? Could I survive?
The day is gone, I lost it.
April 1, 2017
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