A late friday morning, I welcome an unexpected visitor
Not here with intention, he says, a statement kinda sinister
Soon between us there’s no space, the past blocking any delimiter
Recalling all the math we practised, trying to find a common denominator.
I was tripping on the feeling that owning things brought to me
Forgot that sharing spoils of luck is where joy is ought to be
Kept everyone at bay, held at the length of a pocketknife
Soon ended up realising I was living only half a life.
His musty scent, the euphoria, was too much for me to handle
Forced myself to summon up how he let it all gamble
A fated breath, a dreamy gasp, was all it would have taken
He put me in these absurd conditions, left me shaken.
Hoping it’s a simulation, I beg them for my abdication
He doesn’t even know my flowers, brings me damned carnations
This is it, this is where it ends, this is the final goodbye
I just wish he’d turned and let me know that isn’t my last try.
Day twenty-three – a kinda sad poem.
so far, so adulthood 