Artwork by See-One
daylight peeks through our best plans
twilight seeps in quickly
the monumental times we had are gone
dry toast and a cup of tar coffee.
emotional underpinnings of a bottomless youth
a gap from then until now
games grow weary of our manipulations
reality quietly taps on a door nailed shut.
overgrown with weeds and ill-fated figures
of what we once were, the clock turns back
when comfort kicks in.
The coming hours will be daunting
filled with unknown risks with unwritten rules.
Temporary feelings are gingerly placed
borrowed, tested, perhaps real and true.
The gambling of trust is vague and remote
released with a startling splash
identifying emotions from a more perilous time
Am I good enough? I’m good enough for what may come.