I’m sorry if shut down quick
my rent on happiness is split between me
will I buy this piece of life
or a bible
and what’s the difference when I’m able
to see the miracles in cue.
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
I found myself, I found a depth of understanding for why you left
and I get it