The man said,”: but see me once and see the way I feel.”
Online here or was it another place.
Same ID? Pm’s? Contacts list?
These places at times have
the same traces. And put me
in a gloom to search my mood
to move and feel for the new.
Maybe back to the old ,
or is it a fresher bold?
Dancers here step to quick?
Nah to slow? My partners
getting old. I need relief I’ve
lost my belief. Should I bolt
Stuck, moved to longing and
filled with want. Unable to care,
from fanning flames of things
consumed in me. I reach for
never and now. Gaining neither.
Caught in this wanting for more
of the sameness and saneness of self.
Lost from chasing me to you.
Never catching the next feat of my
attentive passions to write in the
diaries of our thoughts. On then I
push you pull I need you want I
rush you run. Then I stop.
Settled in. Watching our
growing of forgetting.
Touching the old. This
emptiness placed here
by my hand. I remain
curious even now .What’s
the wrong that I can write it?
Gross echoes of never, sound
in me as I try testing the pleasant
of, "you and then". Inward passions
wishfully direct, experiences
of you back into my mind.
Events Lead. Hope prods forth
promise, then like a wave,
Spirals from pleasure of life’s lost
moments is merely a sentence in,
structure and despair. It is more
a place we fall and continue to go
when our dreams and needs can
no longer give us their hope, taught
to us thru feelings and buried in
our senses for a struggle to feel.
Then down we must go.
Falling into the listless wonder of
pains grown with overbearing
memories and separations eternal.