Dawning Creations

Did you ponder on?
Did you question the notion?
Notion of dying
Or being reborn into
an unfathomable universe

Plenty times
Plenty times I’ve lost myself
Watching blue eyes leave me
tasting salty water behind tinted windows
bracing against vinegar bitter winds
stinging my ruddy cheeks

Plenty times I’ve felt the color red engulfing my being.
Bulging veins in my forehead
white knuckled and hard hitting
I have been unfriendly in my mourning
Unforgiving in my disillusion

Did you wonder why?
Have you lamented?
Have you lamented for the loss of you?

We only know our experiences.
We can’t see past our shades
No matter
We try

I’m here
Though I know you won’t call

I get it

I have to move first