The smell followed me everywhere today.
Death won't stay hidden.
The heat makes it angy.
Aggressive and big.
The sweet undertone is Loss.
No matter which way I faced,
it stepped up to me.
Nose to nose.
Palm on my chest.
"I'm not gonna chase you.
I'll be waiting when you stop."
The wind shifted as the sun went down.
I turned toward home.
I could smell cut grass.
I won another day.
I heard a call behind me
as I shut my door.
"I'll meet you at the end.
Then we can talk."
True.
But not today.
Not today.
Death won't stay hidden.
The heat makes it angy.
Aggressive and big.
The sweet undertone is Loss.
No matter which way I faced,
it stepped up to me.
Nose to nose.
Palm on my chest.
"I'm not gonna chase you.
I'll be waiting when you stop."
The wind shifted as the sun went down.
I turned toward home.
I could smell cut grass.
I won another day.
I heard a call behind me
as I shut my door.
"I'll meet you at the end.
Then we can talk."
True.
But not today.
Not today.
zale:
Happy Birthday!
thewaitingone:
Thanks! I have to wait til Friday after work to be irresponsible and get besotted.