The Days Since You
Have Been More Than Difficult.
Late Summer Slides
From A Baby Blue Sky
To Deep Autumnal Hues.
And I,
Like My Cats,
Want To Curl Up On-
Top A Small Plot Of Dirt
And Rest My Weary Head.
No More Beds Of Orchestrated,
Unparalleled Bliss –
But Rather The Cold, Hard Reality
Of This Dismal Life.
It’s Too Early To Tell
How You Transformed Me –
Or Even How You Impacted Me.
The Mind, Still Cluttered With Lust.
Embark Upon This Setting Road,
Stricken With A Lack Of Foresight.
Unguided Amidst Walls Of Confusion.
It’s Not Fair That Sky Is Endless,
But Our Joy Is Not