I wake up groggy and slow,
I stare at your hair,
The empty space that is there,
Each day that goes by,
Reminds me of a lifetime ago.
Have you moved on?
Its no longer my place to know.
Where do these questions go?
The ones that wish to know someone.
To be close to someone.
To know their goals and dreams.
Facebook, Messenger, Instagram
Friends of friends,
Each day gets easier
Yet everyday the same.
Mornings of clarity,
Nights of wrestling.
Living in this bi polar being
Split by various incongruent desires.
Figments of my imagination
And remembering the past
All the things people are aware of
Yet never conveyed to me,
Only subtley enough
That my intuition
Was forced to pick it up
Yet could not define it
Leaving no room for ignorant bliss
Makes me doubt
What is reality?
What is truth?
As I take a leap onto not so solid ground
And my world quakes
Or is this leaving a fantasy
And walking on solid ground?
Insanity.
<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
Copyright March 2019
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