I don't want to spend my
life like this. Somewhere
wandering between what
I used to believe and what
I now believe.
I don't want to have to
immediately decide that we
can no longer be what we
are today, because of a slight
pivot, a slight change in
demeanor, a small change in
focal points and horizons.
But even now, even if we don't
want to admit it, we are holding
on by the thinnest of dress shirts
and black suits, and we are both
tenacious and determined to stay
in each other's gravity for as long
as possible.
I know this.
I'm being pulled elsewhere, and
I don't know if you'd like it, but
you're welcome to come along.
YOU ARE READING
CLOUDS FOR MY EYES
PoetryThis prose-poetry chapbook explores themes of clouded judgments, devotion and deconstruction, and cotton fields where a belief in purpose and a belief in freedom no longer align. New poems released every Thursday at 9PM MST/11PM EST.
