A fog hangs heavy
between us
maybe in the dark
I can finally see
clearly
and maybe then,
blind,
I can find my way.

How did I fall
so far,
so fast?

I walk
with a glass of wine
and empty pockets
which is the fortelling
of my future

- what a proud one you must be -

to claim this thing
misguided
as me.

Dreams die hard
but when they do
they come crashing
down in flames
leaving first degree burns
in the wake.

I'll be nursing the wounds
for more years than the
dreams themselves lived.

It's okay though -
it won't be the first
set I've had to
caudle
and
I'm sure it won't
be the last.

You expect me to always
know what to say...
...to know how to say
the feelings that
have been locked inside
for so long
that I don't even
know how to
cry those same
feelings privately.

Maybe I do
give up easily
but it's only
because
I spent my entire
life trying
to find that
my entire life
didn't try
back for me.