Had to get outside
wet streets
water sliding down window panes
a facade for the inside
pain,
that is the right thing to do
when the world all around
doesn’t have the mind
to wonder who
to ask the questions why
to remind ourselves,
everyone has their time.
We live with these secrets
until someone asks us why,
and even then,
the opportunity presents itself,
we’d rather talk about
the puddles,
melting the snow,
the preview
to our latest springtime revue.
I was sitting on my couch
the rains had stopped,
the flood approached,
until finally,
no restraint
I did let go
no cleansing
just a fear of patience,
of letting go,
of wanting only one thing,
that beauty and love I cannot have.
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