The Blank

My ordinary took control again

The brilliant other bowed out lame

She made promises with no follow through

But ordinary invoked the wither voice

Babbling into ears deafened by distraught

It doesn’t mean it doesn’t matter

I’m just not so ready as I thought

It was a sunshine kind of day

Full moon already a past significant

I pedalled past all the slackened faces

I took my tears to the leaning garden

I spoke platitudes into summer winds

I lit a white candle

I sat looking at the blank

I set the spin to random play

I slow danced your life into the where away

I looked at your smiling photograph

I thought of stupid things made you laugh

All the early secrets only you know

It’s alright to let it go let it all go

Today I saw a light through cirrus clouds

I waved as it could be your flight

I put two sweaters on this morning

It’s colder now

There’s a bird calling urgent from the cedars

Everything is almost the same as yesterday

I’m holding on to be here now philosophy

Step one two nothing else will do

New rain is falling

I like the sound

You ended every conversation in I love you

I think I might somehow better understand

When time means your meter’s tapping out

You’ve earned the gift of clarity

We sow our seeds

We sort our weeds

We arrive

And we move on

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