A Foregone Conclusion

Back to my English degree days. I had a great professor who me recently retired. I took multiple classes with the man. He always said good therapy was letting the words floating in your mind free on paper. Abstract as they might be. Poetry has that quality. So this blog is just my very random thoughts. Poetry of sorts.

Yesterday came and went and I wasn’t present
The weeks were laid out like pavement
Work and drink and sleep, repeat
About the beaten path….

Sit beside a house. Cry about a lousy life until your cry is dry. Cry until your eyes stop glistening. Even though a healthy mind waits behind a smile. Look up at the sky and cry to a man made man.

The eyes of the accuser. So blame it on me, I really don’t care. You have a new friend. Insecurities and other pain’s in relationships build. Clarity is depleted. It’s sad to see. It’s even harder to be a part of. But people become infested. They fester. Their minds want to see what they want to see. Full circle. You cannot command your love. I was taken by love. Every love needs a last kiss. Love is fleeting. .

Looking over at that old man. He’s going away.
Permanently, and we’ll all go eventually like a sunken stone, but I think we’ll float away.
Smile over at that old man and he smiles.

A phantom of a figure from your past shadows you presently. Presumably lost. Lost loves. Dreams. Perceptions change. Eyes are opened. Nobody will see you. You see them. You see what you used to know.

How do you care about anything when everything left you behind. My life and our relationship became a tumbling thumbing tumble weed.

The dusk brings about shadow. Shadow and warmth. A blanket to fold over myself. While the souls of the wind whispers, tickle my ears. As my children run freely in the twilight gloom. Content and happy in the world they know. While I watch them run a peace settles upon me. That squirrel feels otherwise.

I hear a chicken is more useful than a spouse. They always provide.

Age is a state of mind. You can grow old and still be young.

Dating at this age is like getting the crumbs at the bottom of the chip bag. Haha