Sunday, 26 September 2010

Que sera sera

You do not read me like you use to. You notice a past self, your head now sits up right, you struggle, trying to hold that last piece and yet, I do not blame you.

The will of trying darkens. Silently, I notice a slow burn, your aura shift to others, reactions I once felt are no longer, for now, that energy is sourced else where.
Words now ricochet rather than melt.

I am, simply, heard.


I say it again, I do not blame you.

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