It’s forty-five later and I feel fine
My raiment of half-knit intentions and twine
Unfinished commitments on an unstable shelf
Obscuring my menagerie and wax that was melt
The walls are still cracking from our caterwaul song
And my heart is still breaking at what love’s become
It’s forty-eight later and I’ll give it time
Copasetic amidst it all… and I feel fine.
Breathless says:
Hmmmmm. Nice!
Yet another window to see inside….I think. ; )
eterne says:
The grief and sorrow felt from loss and the death of a hope–
it comes in waves. A string of days and strung together moments
when one feels good and then the next wave hits…
“I’ll give it time”. Truly time heals all wounds…such a silly, barren platitude but truth is there.
Fire from the Sun.
Corneas burned. No longer blind.
Seeing the world–This life
Anew through fresh eyes.
meekha says:
Everything will always be fine. That’s why my thing is to smile it off or laugh it off because in the end, it will always be “fine”.
Nice write.
nicola says:
Promises, Premises and Risks
Erika says:
Very familiar………
despite the empty promises, meaningless intensions and such
After time yes indeed I feel fine, until the next time…lol
Nicely done….thanks
Erika