i can't explain
the tears ragged
at the edge when i
open up a workbook
collection of half-
suggestive memories,
why both urges claw
for slamming doors
or walking inside
poison years weary
and all i can think is
i wish you were here
whoever you are
lingering in shadows
in the deep corners
of my mind
5 responses to “workbook”
To me this says much about the curse (?) of being able to see both sides of a situation. Procrastination is the enemy of progress. Or is it?
Thoughtful piece, Michael.
Thanks!
We all have to decide eventually for ourselves, don’t we?
Indeed…or do we? 😂
I’ll get back to you on that.
😂