Funny how waking up
can sometimes cause more pain than we
might ever want to realize …
an old basketball injury,
that’s all it is,
a swollen knee,
tangible evidence
what really defines pain in our lives.
Leave the head alone,
I won’t let you come inside,
though I do give you hints of something,
somehow, someway
you are on my mind
and it’s nothing to do with
ramming my knee into the wall.
Maybe you feel like I play you,
with my words,
my curiosities of what it might be like,
without you, me, anything that has to do with
what we were never supposed
to be.
I play that over and over in my head,
‘just be’
forget about everything else
(forget about me)
take the time you need
and try to let yourself
find forgiveness,
let yourself
be.
I woke this morning in tears,
I dreamt about you last night,
but when my eyes opened,
nothing seemed familiar,
not even that hopeful glance at my phone,
would tell me you were there,
I don’t even look anymore,
just makes me
feel a little bit ill.
I’m sure that is not how you would wish for me
to be
© Scott F Savage 5/2020
the ‘b’ series
Personal Testimony 