Get over it.Mature

Monday morning before dawn strikes and

I'm still expecting you to come out of my room

and ask me why I'm up writing when I should be either

cleaning house

or asleep with you.

To answer that question you would have

asked had you been here


Self actualization takes time, honey...

and you set me back a couple steps

so I write before dawn and don't sleep.

That is my way of coping with a string of coal pearls that looked

like the real thing

smelled like it

tasted like it

felt like it and made me believe

I didn't need to dig ditches anymore

in overalls and thigh high rubber boots

for jewels and beautiful things that

would pleasure my eye.

The End

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