unfinished
business sets my teeth on edge
makes
me dysfunctional like you wouldn't believe.
makes
me numb even dead.
the
confrontations the anger the anger the speed
these
are the stuff of my dreams
when
conversation flows to and fro
and I
want to hide but have nowhere to go
that's
when I am most alive.
these
loose ends need definite trimming
chopping
hacking killing
this
bastard heart promiscuous in its will
will
stay still even
if i have to hack it up
i will.
one
conversation one letter one text
one
post one blog one note and all the rest
loose
ends unfinished business and these matters unsaid
when
I am done with you
the past will truly be dead.
the past will truly be dead.