Speechless
I’ve gotten into the habit of letting the keyboard take over,
Let the thoughts flow through my fingertips like water,
Spilling into pools on my computer screen
Or flowing like rivers onto pieces of scrubby loose-leaf paper,
Whichever apply.
At last I have endured a dry spell
And my hands pause thoughtfully,
Hovering over the letters that spell out
“Impossible”
Because that’s how it feels, lately
My words are drowning in lakes of self-pity and finger-pointing
To the point that I have nothing else to say,
Or write, for that matter
Anymore.
Nothing I can type will change the fact
That you don’t like to swim
At least, not in MY pool
You’re so far away
That it makes my thought-waters freeze into veins of ice
The boat has sailed, elsewhere
I’m cold on the shoreline with nowhere to go.
Let the thoughts flow through my fingertips like water,
Spilling into pools on my computer screen
Or flowing like rivers onto pieces of scrubby loose-leaf paper,
Whichever apply.
At last I have endured a dry spell
And my hands pause thoughtfully,
Hovering over the letters that spell out
“Impossible”
Because that’s how it feels, lately
My words are drowning in lakes of self-pity and finger-pointing
To the point that I have nothing else to say,
Or write, for that matter
Anymore.
Nothing I can type will change the fact
That you don’t like to swim
At least, not in MY pool
You’re so far away
That it makes my thought-waters freeze into veins of ice
The boat has sailed, elsewhere
I’m cold on the shoreline with nowhere to go.