Day: February 23, 2018

Irony

I can completely imagine spending the rest
Of my life with you
When we would get married
Where we would live
The names of our kids
Sunday brunches
Family vacations–

But if you asked me
“Did you write that novel yet?”
That novel I keep telling
Everyone I’ve always wanted to write

I can’t even think of a reason why
The main characters are even together

Whimsical #6

I changed the names to protect the innocent
I changed the circumstances so what I wrote emotionally hit you
Like a closed fist wearing a rubber gauntlet
Because I’m in love with you
Because I hate you
Because I wish I knew you
Because I’ve known you for years
You’re a stranger who’s a danger
To my starved heart
But you’re all too familiar because I recognize you from before
From what was written
From what was posted
From the parties you hosted
Even though they were only inside your head
And so you ask me why?

I’ll step away from the mirror now
It’s time to head to the audition

That other feeling

It’s like standing just outside a crowd
Not knowing how to join in
Though I’ve found a way before
It’s overhearing the daily banter
With voices no longer being familiar anymore
And sidestepping routine paths
Because I no longer want to be seen

It’s when everything seems like a distraction
Though my soundtrack plays loudly in my head
I try to keep busy so doubt stays away
People respecting my personal space way too much
The group becomes a clique
As if a life sentence
And I wonder as the years pass slow-not-quick
If a restart elsewhere would make any sense

It may be nothing and pass with time
But I’ve felt this before
And once again
I am unsure of my next move