Late night and my thoughts are speeding.
Guess my subconscious doesn’t know,
That red means stop, and green means go.
I entertain his nagging, and submit to the attention he’s craving.
“You do the same thing”!
He kept repeating to me.
Just when I was in the middle of ferociously tearing apart every little detail of what you do, how you do it, how I would’ve done it, how it could’ve been better.
Building a giant invisible wall- cutting the chord of energy we share between us.
Going back to my old faithful way of handling internal conflictions.
I rush to the dock where my boat is waiting.
Slow and steady, I depart,
You look to the river and before you know it, the distance increases
squinting your eyes to see me but,
I’m too far gone