no. i'm not ok. you can't get this far
and be ok. they won't tell you that.
i can't figure this part out, i told him.
you can swerve so far off course, he said
than you can still come back.
i'm stuck in a loop, i confessed. i keep trying.
he can't hear me because we are on separate time
lines now, once we traveled together.
that's all you get in this life
if you are a traveler.
if you are lucky, for some short trips
you won't have to travel alone
but now it has been many long nights
and days and nights and days and life times
here in this location.
i don't think we could have known. i don't think
there's any way we could have known.
but i've been wrong about so much.
we are ever at war. of course, we say
that is why we are here. that is why we came
we are ever at war
we are ever traveling here.
look, i will one of these days
feel as though i'm getting it right
write exact
that blue. that sky. that sound of the river.
layers of concrete. holding us like magic.
all of it magic. holding us up.
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