What does it mean to bleed
to a child?
How soon we can forget.
I'm at a point in my life,
When every face looks familiar—
like someone I once knew.
Every melody is familiar,
and every day the same.
Oh, how quickly time will pass.
Days are long, and weeks are longer.
But the years are short
like the wick of a firework
that's still in your hand.
I want to cry, but my eyes are dry.
I want to bleed, but my skin is calloused.
I have forgotten what pain is supposed to feel like.
All I know is the anger of a seared thumb,
The heft and lethargy of a broken heart
And the wistful longing of grief.
A bright and sunny day is neither hot nor humid.
The autumn breeze is a lover's kiss.
The leaves all fall, and the clouds keep secrets
For all too short a time.
I've always loved the Fall.