Poetry

Every time you walk away.

I am awake.

Ruin is inevitable.

Thoughts on rescue.

Turn over your environment.

Goodbye to reason.

Efficient but deadly.

Transfer skills until they come home.

Premature grey hair.

Palm aside heartsight gets adopted.

Trust gets us protected.

Almost 18.

Time for them to fly.

Listening to them giggle at 3 am.

Looking in on them to see their chagrined face.

If you want to be a good roommate, consideration is key.

Unfortunately, they will always be my babies.

Is my computer compromised?

What about my phone?

Things I don’t understand make me worried.

When my phone gets hot when it is not in the sun.

My computer slows down my booting up speed.

Times when it seems like my phone is taking a picture

and I’m not appropriately dressed.

I think it may be time to ask for help.

Therapeutic or Diagnostic.

Either may help.

Or not.

Never-ending stress.

Fries can be done.

Projects can be done.

Relationships are over when they are done.

Responsibilities can be done,

but only until the next one comes along.

Any noise.

Unknown or identified.

Unexpected defensive reaction.

Move away.

Laugh brittle sounding.

Heart beat erratic.

Calm returns slowly.

Old and no longer relevant.

Pulling a cart that is unserviceable.

Your words mean nothing to me.

Depression leads you away.

It takes the joy.

Numbness encompasses the lighting.

Shiny things hurt the eyes.

Tears won’t come.

Not because you are not sad.

Because you have no energy to spare on them.

Ones that won’t go away.

Did she get kicked out because I sent that angry text?

Will I be okay?

Is he upset about what happened?

Work lingers in the background.

Can I keep her safe?

What will happen if….?

I can not control the future.

Yet worry follows me into it.

Things unexpected.

Life happens.

Problems are dealt with.

People are just people.

Time changes the circumstances.

Until the next one comes along.