Sunday, July 9


When you return,
you return
my madness to me.
A spring sets into my soul
and everything is easier
once again.
Everything is simpler
everything, more fun.
Like just sitting
and watching tv
or doing the dishes
after tea.
Or just staring
out of the window,
watching the trees
groove in the breeze.
Or doing nothing.
I don't miss you terribly
when you are gone
but everytime you're back
I know what I have been
missing, all along.


ankita said...

Last five lines.

kold_kadavr_ flatliner said...

Very cool.
yoo RITE down thangs.
Me, too.
I consider this our mission
sent by Jesus to do
as the LastDays prescribe.
Call me crazy...
yet, thats x-actly wot I heard.
God bless your indelible soul.

'the more you shall honor Me,
the more I shall bless you'
-the Infant Jesus of Prague

ds said...

So amazing, probe. Publish-worthy.
And so good to see you writing. I gave up a while ago.

probe said...

What a pleasant surprise :)

So glad to see that you're still reading. Start writing again. It's a struggle well worth the pain.