We’re here again,
Dark spaces with little light where we think we’ve seen it all,
Yet only fragments have been shown.
Right back where the effort is all distorted and the hands on our clock are now full grown.
Reaching for life, all in this space of emptiness, where we’re full of our nothingness to one another.
Down in the gutter.
I’ve been here many times before,
You know I’ve been the runner away in this chase of commitment, where along this crash course, it’s the start and finish.
I can’t diminish the good times, the laughs and lusts of intimacy.
Only the faith that it would soon be you always next to me.
I’m simply relinquishing.
We’re right back here again,
Just me and myself, back on upon the bench or shelf, sitting highly yet still stray, never again to see that light of day.
Same place we wished we never see,
In the shadows of the heart that barely pumps the flow of true love through the veins…
Now only distributing pain.