Backwards

Don’t replace rejection
With the ego
Of the former
They were the original
Rejection
And can only be
Backwards

Stale

Stale

And sitting on the table

No owner to whisk it away
It became lost and unwanted

Once again alone
Becoming cold

Up, down
Hot, cold
Less and less malleable

Each time, less and less
To receive from
Stale, soon to be thrown
Away

I awake
The silence ensures the dreams
Stay permanent

I see you
Your friends
They speak to me
But not you

Must be the message
I can’t seem to let it go
Even in dreams

Find the scars
More telling than birthmarks

There are stories
Lost to the past

Wait in the balance
Of life between

Regret and aspiration

Line them up in a row
On a table
And count
Smile
Sigh

Now add one more
And this time
Leave your hand on the table

And stay