"It's Me..."

“It’s Me…”

 

Hello, it’s me -

Again…

Not much new

Not much old

Not much at all - I guess you’ld say.

 

What do you expect?

What DID you expect?

What do I?

Expect?

Anything at all?

What’s behind my, our - eyes?

- at 2, 3 AM?

 

Age isn’t a number

And yet it IS …a number

A place, an expectation,

An eww

A laugh, a loss…

A pain - MANY pains…

A bridgeable gap

A thought - full choice of …acceptance

And retrospect.

 

Seems we don’t want change -

‘til it’s US that want the change -

Ya know?

 

Ya get used to the 2 and 3 AMs

Way too quickly.  The house ISN’T silent -

Nor is the mind.

Day and night dreams continue -

And sometimes you BEG them to …continue.

 

You ever want more than you have?

Not speaking of “things” as such…

Ya get used to those “things” being as they are…

Presence and lack - both…

Time and life does that.

Speaking of “feeling” inside - maybe again,

Maybe for a first or even a second time?

Speaking of awakening…

Of wanting, of doing

Of being, of difference,

Of living a difference - than today, than yesterday,

Having a “tomorrow” moment?

 

And it isn’t of “greener” grass

…just maybe “touching” grass at all

…ever?

 

Snow still brings out the child

And the cold now slows…

And it’s snowing now.

For some pain isn’t a memory,

It’s proof of today’s existence

And an acceptance of tomorrow’s.

 

I bite… memorably

But not meanly.

I understand the “stars” other’s reach for,

Understand choices…

And miss them - others.

 

It’s 2 …3… AM

Again…

Just a me… here.

Again.

 

Chris

 

 

Author's Note

Feel free.

Reviews

[Paul]

So, from what I gather, you don't have a set routine, which makes you a live and be yourself type. That's great, Chris. So am I. You poem rambles a bit, I see. True, thinking is writing. I'm up, whenever, too, and I mainly stay at home since it's the real COVID season. Great thoughts!

[Chris]

This is meant to ramble...is what WE do...come by any time - you're always welcome.

[Paul]

Thanks, Chris.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I still have the child in me...2 to 3 a.m. are pretty quiet where I am...but maybe the sound of the keys being punched.
I wish I could be as old as I am from the wisdom I have gained...but many years younger so I still had
many years to enjoy the wisdom.
It's me, it's you, it's us, it's old age happening.
j.

[Relic]

Those 2 and 3 am's of just me are more common for me now. In between the numbers there's some pain locked away. I do my best to lose the key but sometimes, no, all the time, it still lays out in the open. Just me an be lonely. I guess that's why the pen comes in handy.

[Chris]

"Life as we live it, isn't always as we want it."

[Mk.t.g]

"Snow still brings out the child
And the cold now slows…
And it’s snowing now.
For some pain isn’t a memory,
It’s proof of today’s existence
And an acceptance of tomorrow’s."
Such wonderful and mesmerizing lines, Chris! I recently came across your page, and I love all your poems. They all have such a unique and amazing writing styles. Thanks for sharing!
Mk.t.g

[Chris]

there are 40+ pages of works here, you are welcome to start wherever... chuckling here.

[Mk.t.g]

I'll be happy to, Chris! A big admirer of your work! Thanks

[Chris]

Careful, you'll "keep" me in a style to which I am unaccustomed...

[olla]

even those of us in crowds of family and friends feel the bite of "just me" at 2..3.. am.. when hearts and minds reach out and some other heart or mind reaches back are we really "just me" and yet..

just me..
olla

[Chris]

Merry Christmas and the best of New Years.

[olla]

and to you as well..