Sometimes I find it very

difficult to accept how I feel about it.

I say one thing

but feel another and I know

that I am lying only to myself.

Seeping from that little corner,

neglected and forgotten,

are the things that

I loved to hold and hate

to remember.

They haunt me beautifully

and I adore them over and

over again.

The gravity is pulling me in

a direction that I knew it would.

I don’t know what I expected after

it all shattered into pieces last night.

I really just want to forget about it

but no I don’t.

I don’t want to forget any of it.

but surely I will live as if

none of it happened.

Not here. Not to me.

Surely I will find newness

and light that will patch up

what was destroyed and lost.

What about the corner and

what about the things?

Surely they will stay where they are

and they will do what they do.

The corner will get older and

the things will seep more slowly.

They will seldom bother me

and when they do they will be

a mere tapping on my shoulder

and nothing more.

But surely the corner will never

grow dark and

the things will never die away.

Surely they will seep from

the corner until the end of time

and I am all right with that.

Surely I am all right.