Sunday, November 30, 2014

Unable To Say Why

Unable to Say Why

By: M. MacMinn

My eyes are not open
My mind, not switched on
My body, draped with clothing
My belly, full with breakfast
My thoughts are fluttered from the night before

How such fun turned so poorly upon confession
A notion hard to hear
playfulness forgotten and left
as quickly as it began

Absent in the daylight
vanished in the shine of a beautiful day
The air as cool as my heart
The street as empty as my compassion
and just as unable to explain

You are thinking about this incorrectly
though, I am unable to say why

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