I’ve been smacked in the face.
Well, at the least, an attempt has been made.
It was more of a silent, releasing kiss though.
A pardon from the ever so stressing life she leads.
As I sit and collaborate and throw it all on the wall. In a mural that makes no sense to anyone but me. Bludgeoned by memories that stand stronger than the facets she’d take on her still life snapshots and highlights of us on a sunny Sunday afternoon.
Depicted with white ink, a moral issue at best, I’ve flown across the paper. Gliding like a dove through the air of a forsaken war zone territory I am. Sleeping through the bombs she dropped and only awakening for the scuds that actually hit the deeper dermis of a typically well put-together man…or woman.
I’ve even trampled my own memories for any sign of dust to arise in this instance. Nothing is stirred, so how can it be settled?
I can sustain this ever simple way. The fact remains, I have abolished the negative in my life and everything has flown into its own place. It’s worked itself out. It’s been flattered and complimented. It’s been stroked and petted. I’ve been smiling and I will continue to do so.
So on that note, I say “Take Care”.
It’s really over.
You made your stand.
You’ve got me crying, as was your plan.
But when my loneliness is through.
I’m gonna find…another you.
Interested in changing the world.