I wanted to empty myself.
But the words got lost in themselves,
Once again,
The head cheated the heart.
No more eggs into the empty basket;
Labored responses eat at my mind.
Will I be nothing more than an unwanted guest
Alone at the kitchen table,
Waiting for someone else’s meal to begin?
Ground shifts with each step,
Folding into itself like cards in a deck
To be shuffled again.
Bet the fear once more,
The safe bet that never loses.
Sit by the window
Wait for the reply that never comes.
Fold it up with hope
Stuff it back in the bottle;
With enough time and friction,
It becomes sea glass.
Sharp edges worn down.
When the heat is removed,
The warm interactions turn to mist
They escape on the breeze
That’s what happens when you let them cool.
A spark that never became a flame;
I hate feeling sadness for what never was.
I hate endings, but I dislike the one-way street even more.
Uncertainty breeds in the mind the same way mold grows,
Subtle at first,
Growing in the unseen corner
Then quickly consuming the whole thing.
I grow tired of this Monty Hall existence
Where objects in your review mirror
Appear worse than they once were.
I feel for the end but am left holding nothing,
Lost in the words that were never said,
Wrapped in my blanket of remorse,
Watching another sunrise of missed opportunities.
