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If I’m Honest 

I never really understood 

Nor had a thought, beyond.... 

For those of you.

Who’ve heard, the grass,

whisper.......

As,

Darkness......

Crossed the land.

Who heard, fear exhaled.

Were once warmed by adrenaline.

And are now left, hollow.....Like me.....

Spontaneity, 

has left my world .....

So, no longer can I kiss a dream.

Embrace love.

But only linger hopefully.....

on what, might have been.

While my body trembles.

There’s music in my head.

Medicinal alcohol, clouds...... my dreams.

For

They play all the sad songs.

Between, 3 and 5 am.

When only lonely people listen.

And

I’m awake.

Giajl © Jim Love