Confession
I’ve hit it-
The very end of my pen.
I’ve felt it and felt it’s resistance, it didn’t want to let up.
I know it in my bones-
It’s the only story I was ever meant to tell, so please, settle down.
It’s been in my mind’s eye
And listlessly forgotten again
Just like those thoughts you aim to grasp but-
They lose to themselves to the current.
I swear it,
I’ve got my whole script
I’ll savor all of the important bits because
I just know you’re so good for it.
It’s like my lifetime fell wayside
And all worries solved themselves
I had those homes, but that home was mine.
The one that sat between silence and confession.
Her eyes were gems, big green emeralds
She smiles, her nose meeting her eyes at noon
And I melted down into a sound I didn’t want to hear.
My heart of a lion with that silly lazy eye
He once looked out with me and called me calm,
Smoothed me down like a familiar crease
I was he, but I dare not mention our solemn knowing.