Wrote this for RHV last night:
It’s about 3:41 a.m. on the east coast and I can’t sleep. Since my head is still in a rhv mind set, I figure I would do a little writing. I hope some of you can find value from it:
I touched your skin, it felt so real,
Your words whispered in the air.
I wake up and I can’t deal-
This isn’t fair.
Day by day the drudgery drags on,
I used to be strong,
But now I carry on,
… Like nothing is wrong.
Long, gone, I see. Your face in pictures.
I live a lie in love with photos,
Kodak knows a life I can’t forget.
The regret, the shame, the blame,
Who can say it would be the same?
I digress due to stress.
Life is a mess.