It was for you.

I get so caught up in the motions but it’s still hard to let go.

Luck knew it wouldn’t follow me so it gifted me the patience to persevere.

I’d like to get lost in the fantasy of your written words.

Life has been a bit unsteady and I have no center gravity to pull me in. One wrong move and I’ll whisk away.

I go months without hearing from so-called friends and family until I lose the desire to respond, so wounded by their lack of interests that I would rather it stay that way than for them to feign interest.

I’ve really been writing love poems when I have no real muse.

You see their pictures on silver screens or in fancy magazines
And think that’s what they look like, all taut skin and no smile lines

I’m not sure that numb is the way to live my life
To let my feelings engulf me and lose that last ray of light

Lonely doesn’t begin to explain the depth of my solitude.