aside

(1:49am, wed27jun)

i'm stepping back.
the sunlight hurts my eyes.
i'm headed for the trees.
come see me when you like.

in the mornings,
the fog makes
this place eternal.
i am a child and an old man;
scars healed, fresh,
open, and not yet there.
you've long since forgiven me,
and i've still never hurt you.

when you call me,
i'll be here.
i know you won't.
but you
might.

i never knew
that i could feel
so far from home,
so near my bed,
under the same moon
we all share.
a numbness creeps in;
shades of grey
sweep through our lives,
lead us away.

i'm stepping back.
tomorrow's a new day
to sleep through.
but i'll rise for a minute,
in the morning,
for the moment when
three words
can still always
make you
smile.

(2:01am)