I only just realized
what joy can be—
It is a small thing,
I think,

In the back office
at the bank,
If you leave the chair canted
towards the south window,
the sun will warm the small
blue seat around 11:45

It has always been
such an inconsequential thing to me
always out of reach—

But it’s there,
A quarter before noon
every day.

People love me
I know they do
So why do I feel so alone
Why does everything feel gloomy

Why do I long a hug so bad
Even when I'm hugged
Why do I long to be loved so bad
Even when I'm loved

Why can't I feel
I swear on my life it's there
So why
Why is it like this
WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY
*ERROR

Our souls do what they do best. Speak fluently in silence.

when you can see the peaks,
know
your not there

and yet…

When a black sheet has been
thrown over the moon
and a million lazy stars
have fallen from view
I hear the wind has
grown tired of traveling
I hear the sound of mandolins
crying in the mountains
I hear the rattle of
gypsy wheels
I hear the heavy hearts
of horses upon the
restless roads of
broken poetry ...
Clay.M

The memories that play on repeat
Turn over sheets, creating irreparable incomplete illogical theories that i brand so selfishly in the way i display my humanity.
I'm not sure if that's worth abandoning when they are memories...
Memories that come from me.

She had galaxies
In her eyes
And her tears
Were falling stars.