You get me
Halfway through the week
Halfway through
My crying fit
My temper tantrum
My ego trip
You get me halfway past
My memory recall
My last dance
My first mistake
You get me halfway along
And halfway ahead
And halfway to somewhere
I think I could stand being
You get me halfway
To feeling better
Than I’ve felt in years
You get me feeling like I did
When I was twenty
And sunlight was something you noticed
As it was coming through
Coming through
Sheets so soft
Being awake on them
Felt even better
Than being asleep
Windows open
Music playing
Something cooking
In the kitchen
For later
For us
You get me halfway done
Done with what I’ve settled for
Done with what I’ve allowed
Done with elegant Monday’s
And bright light Tuesday’s
Sidewalk Wednesday’s
Every sidewalk
Every single one
And their ends
All their ends
You get me halfway
To a poem
I don’t remember
To a movie
I used to watch
To a joke
That made me laugh
When I knew
How to laugh
It’s not that I don’t find things
Funny anymore
It’s just that sometimes
You have to force yourself to laugh
The same way sometimes
You force yourself
To cry
And I--
It takes strength
It takes strength to force yourself
To do nearly anything
And I don’t always
Have the strength
But you
You get me halfway
To something
That feels like
Being strong
My pride swells
My lips part
And suddenly a voice
That doesn’t quake
Comes out of me
Saying how it’s going to be
From now on
I get a little
Of myself back
Almost back
Halfway back
You get me halfway to scared
For what happens
In the other half
The half where I get dressed
And say goodbye
And go home
Home being somewhere
With the windows closed
And nothing on the stove
And no music
And a mattress
With no sheets
And nothing soft
You get me halfway
To thinking
I could do better
You stand outside
Those closed windows
And wait for me
To open one
Knowing
That I can’t
That I won’t
That I never will
But only halfway
Only ever
Halfway
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