I’ve moved on, I say.
Carrying on
day-by-day.
Cranking up white noise
drowning out the humming,
pesky fly.
An ever-stealthy alarm
palpates, murmuring
I’m still here
don’t go
this story has more pages yet.
Muzzled and corked
time marches forth
creating new pinholes
and releasing the warmth
teasing the promise
of an age without storms.
You’re so strong, they say.
So proud of how you
stayed the course.
And still–
Dampened laughter masks
constrained affection.
A parasitic shadow with the mass
of a dozen years
laces the outline of my smile.
Tormented by a certain shade of pink
until the ties of words and tears
have ruptured.
I’m fine, I say.
Just another day.