Fur Elise

Music notes

drift easily through mind

but not so well on paper.



Words

Spill

Endlessly -

falter on my lips,

swallowed again

for another song,

another dance



"I can't do this anymore."



Turn the page,

hope he caught up in the reading

pray he understands

your thoughts

scattering onto the paper



Skip to the beat

the rhythm jiving now -

Gyrating

Flying

through polluted clouds

of Indecision

Confusion

Indescribable elated pain



Questions at the door

Answers hidden in the closet

to be sorted through

another day.



For now,



"I'm willing to try."

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