decomposition

funny how inside, this comfort and
predictability

the lack of forward progress! for god's sake

appears to have
started a bloom of apathy and disgust, like fungus,
sour
devouring
and frantic
as it guides the journey
back into the earth

and funny, really, how such an end
seems an agreeable (and sensible) dose
of such a longing change

now i really must go

in a race I try so hard to speak quickly (yet not aloud) those
thoughts I shouldn’t think
before she returns –

just
so many things
left unsaid! like bundles of yarn in a basket

that someday I’ll knit
as we sit

someday
(I hope soon)

… but not today.

(not) asleep

sometimes (in the
night, upon waking) I wonder if
I've made
a mistake

sometimes I wonder
if you
wake
and wonder the same