The Day Is Here

 

The day is here-

As dark as staring at the sun.

The day,

When all the music is making sense

and all the music is not.

The day when her mind aches

and enfeebles it.

Not letting her sleep, not letting her wake up.

It stays or it does not-

It stays.

Trite, stingy memories so dear!

I was there sometimes

Sometimes I wasn't.

Sometimes skeptical, sometimes miserable

Sometimes like a goddess.

A handful of painkiller, drugs the image

and romanticizes the pain.

The day has come about which only my journal knew.

Released!

Released from the fear of losing.

You'll be constant

even if you are the Goodbye.