physical comedy

 

the world ground to a halt

and sat waiting.

morning lingered; we slept like death

either I cannot remember the term for the feeling

or the feeling disappears when I remember the word

maybe

this will all blow over

someday.

I’d wave goodbye, but no one’s

even looking for me

                                                                manipulation begins again.

the world

working up a new spin:

so stop here and let me share with you

a beautiful secret

(if only you’d reach out your window to me

but you fail to even look my way)

I have no idea if

you think

parting is any sort of sorrow

at all.

you cannot help it; you were born without a heart

but I still waited to hear what you would say next–

despite myself

because of myself

tricking myself away from

painful emotion

good memories cutting too deep

bad memories embarrassing for us both

suddenly a bit of light from the window

hits your space

your side of the bed…

running together in my mind

we are like laurel and hardy

without the laughs.