My fingers tap nervously on the keys
Mind rushing like busy bees
So much to make, there’s hardly any time.
Small feet trudge on the roof above
A rat, cat or dog, I can’t tell.
Loud noises from the next room
Over spilled milk? Or ruined silk?
I want to write, I want to create
Something in form, Somewhat with rhythm
But then my mind goes
Wandering, jinxing
The things I have
The luck that prevails
The ‘happiness’ that surrounds.
Mind is wonderful.
Powerful
Mental.
I can read yours,
sometimes better than you
I want to help you,
but I don’t know how to.
Maybe I’m the one who
Needs the push,
To find myself
To place my feet
As grounded as I seem,
Still can’t figure out whether
Its land or water that I see.
‘You’ are the amalgamation
Of people I meet
People I trust
Who leave.
‘You’ is everyone
Gracing past my life
Everyone who makes an impact
Or I hope would make one.
‘You’ are this potato mash of a person
Who reminds me
Time and again
That I am enough.
As are you.
Billie Eilish on blaring speakers
Floats down to the windows.
Stale cuppa tea sits on the table
Dim light slithers in the screens.
The wax is dripping off
The purple glass I gave you.
No fragrance sadly,
Just the comfort of the flame.
Comfort of the warmth
The fire that will never disappoint.
