Hey
It came anyway
Despite all my efforts of rebuilding the waterway
The end of the road, Sunday
Arriving swiftly on a Thursday
All my dream swept away
Who am I to say?
How would I have know, it would begin and end
with a "hey"
After the first split, I started to count the days
Hoping I would see her again, hope made me stay
When it crumbled again, for strength I prayed
Realizing I had to put this energy into me, I decided to abstain.
Old habits had become a stain
I worked hard at scrubbing them out, day by day
Week by week, I replaced them with a better way
My mind was clear of the gunk, no more disarray
My heart asked me for a final task, one that I wanted too. A last hurray.
When I finally extended my hand, it was greeted warmly. Her hand accepting mine; a beautiful moment, if I may.
As time went, so did my mind. Did I lose my way?
I wanted to work myself out of this alleyway.
My colors slowly revered back to grey.
I began to wonder if the reunion could ever be underway.
But that morning, my dreams came to me. Waking up to a truth I wanted to disobey.
The answers came to me, conclusions drawn inside my own mind, I would not be met halfway
The end was here, and it did not bring violence.
A finale sealed shut, ending with a "hey"
9:21am
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Two Five Nine
PoesíaA collection of poems , all written at midnight during the Covid-19 Pandemic. Streams of consciousness, ranging from all ends of the emotional spectrum.
