Woke again, with you on my heart--inside my brain--it doesn't help knowing you to be unworthy of such places of honor.
Took a shower, made some coffee, fed the dog, checked my e-mails, but you stayed-- on my heart--inside my brain.
So, maybe one day you will wake to find me taking up space in a small corner of your mind, and you will take a shower, and make some coffee, and feed the dog and, when checking e-mails, stumble across this silly little blog and read my words, and know, with complete certainty, you are loved.
And maybe, just maybe, it will matter.
Was I?
Was I a point you had to make
Of worth and wealth and gain?
A stage on which you could parade
Your value and your fame?
Was I the voice of yesterday
That time had not reclaimed?
A chance among your middle years
Your younger ones regained?
Was I the link you had missed
The soul plug you sought?
The cure, the mix, the filling of
The emptiness you’ve fought?
Was I the price you had to pay
To keep your world intact?
A wish, a hope, a paradox
Colliding with your fact?
Or
Was I only just a game
Distraction for a day?
A pleasant passing of your time
Entertainment on display?
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