Speak To Me

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What are you trying to tell me, universe?

Please speak to me. Make me see.

Just as I think the last drop of him is gone

I’m wrong.

Again.

Just as I pat myself on the back and guzzle down a drink of happiness

He appears.

Then all my certainty is gone again.

All the things I promised …

Well they just go.

What does he see I wonder?

Nothing.

I’m nothing.

To him.

But if he could look inside.

He would see the the swirling galaxies of my soul

And he would know that there are depths to me

That he chooses to ignore

Chose to shut me out.

But I know enough to try and learn

That from this yearn this never ending burn

There’s something to be gained

I’m being trained

By powers greater than me

And definitely bigger than him.

So I suppose next time he crosses my path

Next time he passes me by.

I won’t just ask why?

But how? And why now?

Maybe then.  Just maybe

It will all make sense.

Maybe.

(c) Slumpless

 

 

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