Poem 6

Faraway lights are seen in clouded hueThe smoke rises through midnight airI take the early train from your houseYou rest in my mind in flashing visionsLong grass sways in front of grey treesCity melts into the overgrowth of natureI consider if you've gotten ready yetYou said something about your weekThe comfort of the bed next to the blindsBreakfast with coffee left half uneatenI am more aware of each secondYou need to get more loose changeNights spent busy with no progressMissing things and time lost doesn't helpI think of the next time I'll be over thereYou probably are too busy to read my noteTomorrow's better than how worse today isNothing has more value than what isn't I miss you more when I see us togetherYou could let go more than I feel angerThe connection keeps being unstableMint and lemon aren't just for sicknessI believe in this dream but I feel hurtYou never told me about that time yetWhen it seems that proving this mattersMemories to fill the future with hopeI guess when I think back I'm conflictedYou like it more how I don't have workMost of the damage has been repairedReflecting back there's bad reasoningI have too many stupid projectsYou might be better off if I gave upCravings and desire share spaceToo often we ask if we understandI might be unable to be there againYou took chances that payed offWas there too many pieces to use?But it really all is there in a senseI felt it mattered to take that pathYou wonder if I will tell you about it