Concrete

venturing back into the known portions of the human criteria

i pour the gap of a triumphant return into my cup of coffee

and stretch out my arms as i see the hallucinogenic sunrise on the hill

as we drive back into months ago. 

dead.

dead for so long.

to you, to everyone...

and with your arms outstretched

each of you receive me slowly, and invitingly...

and i don't know how long i will be here

or how long i will be gone-

something in the darkness beckoned me to return to you tonight...

the cold stars and the brisk twilight, in this white, smoky car, 

which leaves oil spills on your concrete driveway...

I apologize for this mess I've left, I'm sincerely sorry 

and I don't know how long i will be here for

or when I will return...

again i am dead.

dead to you, to everyone-

yet when I come, you with your arms outstretched

are inviting...

I'm luring.

My presence invincible.

My progress imperceivable to your silent and contradicting mind.

Do not be too loud, your echos will cause me to leave again...

Let me be.

Leave me here in the quiet with my thoughts.

I need this.

I do not care how selfish it sounds.

as i sip my midnight coffee, i expect you to go to sleep

and quiet your thoughts of me....

to silence all of your expectations...

I will never be who you desire me to be

Let me be.

Leave me here in the silence with my coffee and memories.