She wrote me after a long time
After eons of me looking for her
To see how she was, to apologize
Only after I put a stop to my seeking
Her text landed on an autumn day like a dry leaf in my hair
Seeds of the past sprouted instantly
She didn’t prod, but I opened like a flower
Slowly over time
Two spheres in motion
My sadness seeping through the sprouts
Coloring the buds in blue and grey
It’s not that she discovered my secret —
I just had to let her know that
I’m both astonishing
And a worthless piece of shit
And that there’s just no way around the heaviness
I carry around
To the park
To the museum
To bed
. . .
“You’ve got the smarts to make it in most things”
Her words ached
Because in truth,
I lack the passion,
Perseverance,
A general resilience
And a light heart…
Gutless!
We communifaked
In synesthetic cowardice
Watering my sprouts with platitudes
And repressed tears
Before the inevitable harvest.
© Lola Sense 2021
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