we both knew I wasn’t enough
but how do you tell the dog to stop
barking
the past to stop sneaking around the
corner
studying us through the open door
how do you toss the key out the
window
and leave that beauty standing alone
while you drive out past the pond
your windows down, half of a moon
reflecting in the dark glass
how do you leave with longing
screaming in your head
knowing the clock is a filthy liar
how do you not comprehend
that merciful gift
that arrived on your back doorstep
disguising itself as something tender
how do you pass time with ideal
comfort
and still abandon all of your reason
© 9.22.2016 heather brager
The momentum!!!The passion!
ReplyDeleteNot enough?! That's a lousy feeling. In my advanced age I've come to know it.