I haven’t forgotten the sweetness
or the reason we were together
too many things have been taken away
its as if all of creation has become corrupt
with no choice of escaping and it comes in 5 days
with time off for good behavior
The sadness grips me in a different way each time,
Just like my contentment
Or my commitment
What have I said in the past to get me through?
I know I’ve felt this way before
But in a different shade, color, or connection.
I’ve always known that my words are useless
They are read just the same
by the wandering eye
and by wondering I
Can only wait to question
I had a dream that you were her
and that love is love
and we could only consume time
instead of each other
Tags: Brokeness, Cancer, darkness, Dreams, Failing Poems, Hope, Thoughts about hope