Finding you
A poem.
There, there you are! On another spellbound day, when I slept and woke up, but my tongue was all twisted, and piercing my soul. Life is a thief, time, the liar. People are walking, like nothing is missing. I always thought, hey, slow down! Don't walk so fast, I need you to get caught up to examining all my vinyls, so you can walk me down the aisle, slowly, like I always knew. And I can lie down, in the middle of a tornado, to cover you. Not to spend, every waking moment, wishing you cracked me up. Our society so deranged, it's no wonder we are all merely just estranged. Can you hear the deafening stillness, of everything we've ever known? I will listen to the same sad song, over, and over, and over again, until it vibrates in my skull. But now there is just scar tissue inside my head. You are not gone, just harder to find. Our ten years, tied by blood, were, as you said, thicker than anything. My other heart. 🤟
