Fragments of myself
have been hovering,
Suspended above me
in my own abyss of isolation.
I’ve been trying so hard
to get ahold of them,
Repeatedly reaching out
in acts of desperation.
But every time I go
to grasp them…
My touch just pushes them
into the wrong direction.
Month: October 2020
Code Blue
The worst thing
about a code blue…
Is when the doctor finally
throws in the towel…
And you’re left there
looking at an empty body…
Realizing there’s nothing else
anyone can ever do.
Maple
Shells
I have five shells
that I count one by one…
Found during a time
that can’t be undone.
You picked them by hand
and gave them to me…
In a place I thought
I wanted to be.
Invasive
You grew unnoticed
like a slow growing ivy.
Your deceitful emerald leaves
glimmering a seductive dew.
Consuming all you wanted
with your twisting vines.
Eventually wrapping
your way around me…
Whispering all of the things
that you wanted to do.
Shrapnel
We ignited each other
like pipe bombs.
Our harsh words
sailing into one another
like shrapnel…
And leaving nothing
but ragged scars
and bloodied flesh.
Objects
People may leave
and places may change,
but objects stay and
remain the same…
So I’ll keep what I can
for when the time comes
where I struggle to
remember your name…
Drunk
You can tell me
what you think
whenever you’re
drunken at night…
Yet you can never
find the right words
when you’re sober
in the daylight.
Red Maple
Pathway
And here I am…
Walking down
this familiar cement sidewalk.
Recognizing the
same forbidden pathway.
Following all
the same cracks in the pavement.
Hoping that
they still somehow lead me back to you…
Anonymously Hal 
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