Note to MB:
Nothing is keeping my feet on the ground
short flight from yesterday
filling up on jet fuel
to keep all those tattered demons away.
And how do I separate you
from a gift from God –
…when my heart was highjacked back in the day
with a love that flowed forever so freely
from him to me eyes so green it made my heart ache!
Now and then I walk past his grave
and a hand from the “heavenly beyond” catches me off guard
with a sense of warmth and recollection.
Today I question your intentions and my own
because I don’t need or want you
the way I did him…
With warm regards for better luck next time around,
© 2013 TrilbyYates