there is nothing left
but
torn wrappings

the smiles
have faded
the hoopla
has changed
the fire burned out
the ashes
are cold

there is nothing left
…………………….. to say

don’t go there
don’t go there
don’t go there
anymore

pain left

hello

i see you
i have something to say
are you listening

hello

are you listening

are you listening

to me

the me inside of you
the 1
you turn to
when lonely
when bored
the

one can hop about
in search
of new comforts
in a belief
that others have it better
one can meander
in the woods
looking for solitude
one can walk
the beach
seeking answers
from the sea
finding security
in one’s own abode