He said was married for a long time,
Searching my eyes for a flickering flight.
Another time and his eyes would have melted every inch of my smile.
Any other time his body would have been a welcome visitor of beds between stop lights and stories of nights passed by.
But all that’s left of me,
Is just a fight to survive.
A long roadside explosion
Leaving next to nothing behind.
There are hours,
With a skip left to climb.
It’s looming so heavy,
Like my frame once had,
Like the 70 hour work weeks of the last 2 months have.
But it’s the year of the earth dog and I’m going to learn to swim in the serendipity again.
With the animals that know death is a figment because consciousness is bigger than that, the people that figure it out, and the scientists closer to proving it today ❤️