of the one I walk every breath
alongside never able to tear away unless you count the oblivions
I have loved her this me this everyday all day but today
oh so sick of me
there has been a long lingering need to fill the lives of others
ensure they can go on enjoy love create appreciate
and here I sit awaiting an overdue response the last straw the final yard the
hole in the bucket on slow drain
I no longer believe
nor hold hope
awash in despair
this must be the place where
I stand alone
and yet stand still could I make it stop impossible with those others there
I watch the world go by
and paint the picture of my life onto the back of the doorway
so who cares if it never opens again
I can have this image burned into the grain of the faux wood
forever as my ally