I have thought about removing you from the regular bag.
You better give me something
To fill the hole
Before I sputter out
In fact, when I switched bags recently, I held you in my hands and thought of whether to?
Life is white and I am black
I catch your glimpse, standing in the parking lot, hunting for the keys.
I catch your glimpse, scouring for appropriate currency notes to hand over to the shopkeeper.
This paint by numbers life is fucking with my head
I catch your glimpse, in attempting to find a pen.
I catch your glimpse, looking for my diary, to take notes.
I catch your glimpse whenever I empty the whole bag for a crap sorting endeavour.
Life is hard and so am I
I catch your glimpse, whenever I try to take out a comb, safety pins, lip gloss, or ATM cards…
You are always there.
Guess who is living here
With the great undead
Dear that-one-ultrasound-picture, are you not expected to fade away?
Novocaine for the soul
Before I sputter out
^WiseGuy^
Lyrics: Novocaine for the Soul by The Eels
((hugs))
ReplyDeleteIt might fade for a while but it might get brighter and stronger too.
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What an intense portrait of longing and wonder and pain. It's a tough choice whether to keep it where you see it every day or not. Hoping your heart knows the what is best for your head and vise versa.
ReplyDeleteamazed and in awe of the power of your words
ReplyDeletewishing I could give you more than my own feeble version in sympathy
A very hard decision, indeed.
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Wow, intense words.
ReplyDeleteI still carry the ultrasound pic of the little girl I lost in my wallet.
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Wow. That's all I have. (((HUGS)))
ReplyDeleteAmazing.
ReplyDeleteHolding you in my heart . . .
My heart is hurting for you and your precious little one...
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