(Written in April 2021, backdated posting)
voices hushed
lips sealed tight
miserably, love
succumbs to silence
its a familiar crash
after the high,
so damn high that
the loss of oxygen
knocks you out,
knocks you back down
into the dirt where
you belong
I am tired
I am weary
I prefer now to
lie on my back and
watch love float by,
watch others rise and fall
enjoying their sunshine gaiety
enjoying their turbulent rainfall
basking here, drowning here
avoiding all of it
myself
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