I am still trying to wrap my head around this recent situation
I think I could accept
her reasons if I heard them.
My mind wanders into all kinds of places
Searching for puzzle pieces
in the dark and murky waters
of despair and sorrow.
It has me reconsidering my dream
Maybe I am not ready for more
I know that I want to try
But that may not be enough
In the endless chasm of fault
I am looking only at my self
Hoping to take my dented heart
Off the safe and dusty shelf
Echoed promises
Patient with hope
Work and life dull
Sleep is but momentary escape
Cryptic missives
Silences augurs injuries
Already perceived
Mind tricks, life sticks
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