by Boxer Wyze

Created on: March 07, 2010   Last Updated: March 08, 2010

There may come a time
When my bad mood turns reflective
And the sore spot in my foot
Where I stepped on your train
No longer pains me
And the way I shouted your name
Echoes in my head
And bounces off
My lonely heart
As I wish you back home.

There may come a time
When I will rush to say I’m sorry
If only there were ears
To hear me
As I breathe deeply and slowly
Trying to clear the humming of my veins
As my blood tightens in my chest
Shaking my hold on my self.

Son, wife, years, life…
The time HAS come
and now I see.

Love… is what I tripped on,
Laughed at, elbowed aside,
Ate up and spat back
And left for the garbage truck to compact
And dispose of.

And, what I now stare back on
with bursting eyes…
As I disappear into the future.

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