I am moving so slowly yet no one notices
Portsmouth May 5th
Woken at 6:47 am by children nextdoor
Today is
supposed to be
A
Rest day
A
non-thousand
thought day
draw no conclusion
find no pattern
write about
nothing
instead
A
rare day
A
mass moment of neural changes
memory
out of place
lost within
a
recurrent
dreams
where my
words whisper in the darkness
alone
faint
as my lips mouth
silently
forming
mother
i miss
you
as the flowers
a gently placed
upon
cold stones
in
apology
for
never
being able
to say goodbye
