Twenty Two And Counting
Emptiness distracts me
from words I don’t have.
I’m counting down the minutes now,
waiting, like I have been for so long.
At least the outcome is simple.
At least in this space
I don’t have to be afraid.
I wouldn’t notice imperfection,
I don’t know any better.
But I don’t want to be here.
I like stability,
but not necessarily calm.
I like passion,
by struggle or by love.
And that makes my life more complicated
than just my daily chores.
Like sitting here while my laundry finishes.
