I’m sorry if shut down quick

my rent on happiness is split between me

and survival

will I buy this piece of life

or a bible

and what’s the difference when I’m able

(liable)

to see the miracles in cue.

you

were a thought process

perhaps an injunction

but my function found you pleasing

and is confused at your leaving

why do leaves blow?

don’t they know that they are trees , and the breeze , daintily , makes them breathe?

and what is in propriety

I tried to be me -and me was insecure -so

I guess … I was the sickness

and the cure was your absence

since

I found myself, I found a depth of understanding for why you left

and I get it

-bless-

-rose