Meandering

We follow the line of the horizon

Where the sun leaves the day

Where the night is born in slumber

It’s where our eyes tend to stay.

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Coffee talk.

across from me

in conversation

that never waned

no hesitation,

no silent pauses,

no missing beats,

like old friends,

in the street,

and ease of words,

simple banter,

a laugh given,

without falter,

as the night drew old,

a blink of an eye,

another evening,

asleep with the sky;

pass the coffee,

let loose a smile,

we’ll drink it in,

and stay a while.

Inverse of Happy.

There are no rainbows,

Or happy butterflies,

No unicorns or fairies,

Those moments all have died.

I live in darkness,

A state of lost meaning,

I just have no emotion,

A confused and awkward being.

I have lived an endless loop,

Of actions left on repeat,

And in the end it kills me,

Every repetitive beat.

So I say goodbye dear,

And leave a pattern played,

The truth is so simple,

I never should have stayed.