I have lingered here too long
Like my favorite clothes I always
Wear them thin too soon
holes and stains litter this space
And I see now it is my own doing
That this has come undone
I have lingered here too long
Out of love or something else…
I see that maybe not for love
But routine has kept me in these rooms
Wandering though my old life
After starting anew
How I have damaged the well worn memory
And pulled it from nostalgia into
The present, making it tense
A life out of context
I have lingered here too long
I have not mastered to art of letting go
of leaving, I pull on this old life
and now my well worn clothes
come un done and I see what they were made of
I should have let the pieces lie
I have lingered here too long
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