Santa’s on his way, getting ready in the north.
Uncle’s getting ready to visit, packing a bag and requesting time off.
Internets a buzz with holiday lists, gift ideas and ugly sweaters
Cookies being made left and right.
Ice on the roads, sculptures in the parties
Drinks all around, festivities everywhere
All around me, cheers and joy.
Looks like I missed the memo again...
It wasn’t real at first…
Just an idea, no.
A fantasy, yes.
A way to cope, ya know?
Just an exercise.
For my mind…
But
What’s an idea, if not, the beginning of a plan.
And what is a plan, if not, a goal.
A goal, oops.
Sorry mom.
I didn’t mean too, it was just supposed to be…
An idea.
Not meant
To be
But
Life kept falling
And I kept failing
Trying to catch up
Bills, frien...
Magic is what happens when the sun rises,
When the cold starts to slip away and the blankets are turned down
When the birds yell and the coffee brews.
It’s the calm,
the magic before the illusion is shattered.
Before the heat turns hot, the blankets crumple and the coffee burns
Before it’s not the birds yelling.
Before the day really starts
And it’s not magic at all, it just is.
It’s...
We could hear it above the trees,
The booming.
Louder each time.
Closer.
The noise grew, finally,
louder than my heartbeat.
Could he hear it?
We were running, trying to out run a storm
A feeling
A disaster
Silence louder than the booming energy above.
Desires louder than a second heartbeat, noise lost to the wind
he runs,
I let him lead,
can he hear me?
Determined to leave it behind
...
