The sun's heat radiates off all it's surroundings
and for a moment I can actually feel.
Off to find a burnt cup of coffee,
in some shop off 57 by my folks place...
For a time I can slump in poor posture,
relaxed in my chair.
Gazing off to the interchange in my periphery...
and feel all right about this entire situation.
I haven't mourned yet,
all I've had is this anger
vascilating with
a strange since of relief.
But I'm waiting for the mourning.
I know it's going to creep in, to
replace the twisted since of betrayl
that weighs time to time in my gut.
Anything is better than that.
It has to peek it's head out sooner
or later, no?
If this was my last day on this fine earth
I'd prefer that my life was full of love.
and not anger for patterns out of my control.
I've regret for how long we languished.
As well sadness about the delivery of the end,
it should've been
not needed.
But I'm greatful for experience.
As it's time to go on, on my own.