#dontmindmason

I can not imagine what life is like,

without imagining I’m alone.

People always end up walking out,

no matter the love that’s grown.

I know that I’m still on their minds,

that they think and

that they care,

because I think of them almost every day

ghosts, floating in the air

It’s not as if my friends have drown’d

or died some other way...

It’s not as if they’ve cut me off

due to malice or to hate….

It’s not as if it was intentional

‘twas time for them to move on.

There's no artful thing about it:

we’ve all been there, we’ve all been abandoned.

trying to make something, anything beautiful

out of something so rotten,

ought to be a crime.

I just wanted all of you to know,

past, present, and future loves;

my back door is always open.

You need only knock:

I will open it,

Too tired to stay awake; to alive to fall asleep... stuck amidst the twilight, floating in between.

Is it because I'm lonely, I lay unmoving there: or should Exhaustion be given his due: or should I even care.

Sleep is sleep no matter Her form, and Life is everywhere... the problem is that I am torn, My conciousness They do share.

In thought I dream of labours, given from mentors, taken home... Of Her too I do ponder, Though each night I lay alone.