Dawning Creations

I was endlessly hungry,
pounding books into my brain.

The rain was loud and the thunder rolled, droning on tirelessly.
The books filled me up until they didn’t.
The rain stopped being loud and I felt the thunder, felt stuck in it.

Sometimes life makes no sense, does it?

We’re waterboarding ourselves each day, trying to make sense of the unexplainable. I held your hand,until the day you had forgotten my name.

I still held on, a little after that, too.

You’re so quiet now and it’s nothing like it used to be.
You’ve gone somewhere better now, that’s how I’m believing it to be.
Life really knows how to play great tricks on you and me.

Good thing we heavy hearts or we would drift too far out to be seen.