Troubled gaze,
flashes of haze in the mind
replacing coherence
with an utterance of garbled words.
Grinding out thoughts half-chewed
down the speaking pipe leading to you.
The waterworks called my eyes
also storm in, no surprise
and shut away every important thing
so I’m left rambling.
You understand, I know it happens to you too
and I agree it’s never grand
to be suppressed by your own throat
as it seizes up dry as a deserted moat.
Oh well. We’ll get there.
We’ll just enjoy every moment we have to spare
together.
Treeshallow Musings 