philosophical disaster

preferred the night because i
have to make a choice
in the time that can be chosen again
like a desperate song played
on a deserving hour for a friend
spared the moments
of fond memories of a definitive closeness
perhaps the
happiness received will be re-lived one day
interested in the message that is
carefully hidden beneath the surface
as if a fish that preferred the darkness or
letting the spider go back outside
during the moments of silence
if you look you can practically
see the words hanging there in the air
after you read the whole thing
seems like there was a hard left turn
that reminds me of cooking with too much salt
every time i need to be comforted i can
remember you are here

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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