arrived

Sometimes you find yourself so sad and blue

Rainy days that pour on thick

All those dreams of no return

Your anemic heart dry and bruised

Feels like wading through the wreckage

of a life, that was once yours

but no longer belongs to anyone.

Biting memories

burrow like thistle into your sides,

feels like drowning every night

watching your own inevitable demise,

afflicted with open wounds

that bloom and blister unexpectedly

a leaky tear, a tired thought,

the discreet agony of loss

that lags interminably.

all you desire is to be buried beneath the sand,

to assuage your ravaged heart

in any way you can.

And then one day you wake sweetly

with a flaxen body at your side

and you think about the long ride

and wonder how something so illusive

has suddenly arrived.