Recognizable Nonexistence

September 13

RECOGNIZABLE NONEXISTENCE

You will never take time to tell the truth.  You will always take time to tell a joke.  As you run from your life I see the familiar vapor trails of an unlived life.  When I flee my life through caretaking I leave the same mist of unfulfilled desire behind me.  I look at your potential and the damage that you do by not being here.  I turn the magnifying glass on me and search for the same trends.  I feel abandoned by you, the you, you never were but always should have been.  I pray for the key, which will get me on the other side of the door you never opened.  I hope to live life as it is rather than the comedy it can never be.

Cross the rivers in your mind.

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Cadentia

The randomness of love

is matched only by the randomness of loss.

What slips into view or out of grasp

whispers beyond my control.

Like cookies baking in a nearby oven

I long for the sweetness to be inside;

even if it is simply in an olfactory way.

The similarity of the pain of what I have

and the pain of what is no longer mine

haunts me; scares my security,

rattles my hope, affects my sleep.

For minutes make a life

and moments are all it takes to remove the very same.

In the end all that I know is that loss does not remove love

and love does not remove loss.