they tell me
to move on
but love, love like this
I swear
it doesn’t work like that
so I abide
heart in hand
dead on arrival
ready for burial
it’s not fit for another so I don’t offer
but I don’t lay it to rest either
and there is no way to move forward
there is only
standing still and waiting
as these tornadoes surround me
that they cannot see
sometimes I am in the eye
but mostly I try
to keep my footing
begging the Gods, the universe
if I could just make it through today
I won’t ask again until tomorrow
and even then it’ll just be
for one more
and so on, and so on
until it’s gone
LL
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