JUNE
Indepth reflection Taking stock of events.... December....through June. Finding my areas of deviation And hoping for restoration. All I want to do is run and hide Away from you, from your words From your face. I laid my heart out, vulnerable; bare. A first of so many long years. I had hoped for something different, mature. A reason to allow someone else be strong for me. Rather than do it all on my own, as always. Now I laugh. How wrong. How stupid. How near impossible. I look back on last night's convo And I see for the first time. It was all wind. After six long months of priming, May was just a dream; a fantasy of some sort. A stillborn... I guess I wished you to be real. Hoped for some miracle in you. But I guess you will tell the same tale. It was never what you intended. So, I pack up bags that were never packed. I cry with the rains of June, Shedding buckets like floods in the streets, The rest of my stuff.... Me, shattered bits of glass. Th...