Muse-ings

To love And hurt In space Alone Where no one hears you scream

A place where I didn't have to hurt any more

Envy

Melancholy

And they send down some astronauts To study our bones Through the miles of garbage, beneath all the junk that we owned Carbon dating beer cans, condoms and twinkie wrappers We were something beautiful baby What the hell happened ... If you you were worth it, they'd skin you too For new tennis shoes Or a couch that fits the motif of the living room And doesn't clash with your business suits I wanna be in a museum, stuffed and in a realistic position, like I'm hunting Calling someone, or buying something Way too busy to look up and see what was coming

Anger.  Bitterness.  Disappointment.

Pride doesn't love you when you are alone

I've returned to this place Days.  Weeks.  Months.  Now Years And the only thing I've found Is the wind, singing on the leaves And the air, tasting of sadness

In a world full Of Bicycles And Elephants Do you ever really forget?

But to love someone who loves me

Seeing my mother cry

The saddest thing in life Is forgetting how to feel