Forger

I have spent too much time on my concern.

You didn’t see me and I never pulled the sheet up so high as to expose your feet, not even on the worst of my days. So I won’t call these days those days.

It was great to imagine..but when I arrived the past was gone . It was as if I created it..and I did…we never let our toes drag through that sand after all…and every constellation was a number..a refusal..and although we could have loved, I never could see passed the latch on my gate…. I couldn’t share my yard.

I want to think and think and think. I want to steady this thing with wind and with ice. I want to conquer this thing, and it doesn’t need fuel. You said the end of May , then a week now two days…I wonder why and how far can you get on a tax return and a memory like ours that doesn’t exist… a made up thing

I can’t protect you, the chemical swirls and jumps..my sober hands and your panicked need. I just couldn’t kiss you knowing that you wouldn’t grow and the grass grew bare..as we all grow dimmer…..you will grow after all..

art credit :Paige Bradley (1974-) “Trust” Bronze