Sad Fights

Words fall from our mouths, words that hold

the identity of anger, sadness, apology. As these

words spill out, so do the tears, tears that hold

the identity of anger, sadness, apology. Where

do we go from here? I can't continuously let

the word “sorry” stick to the tip of my tongue.

It just cannot be that way.

I have nothing to be sorry for.

You never know a good thing until it's gone,

well you've been gone twice, so I'm sure I

know. I've known the other good things that have

left. Don't you think I miss those, too?

I'm on a huge, ten-billion-mile-long piece

of pavement and I have no sign of where to go.

I'm truly lost and alone in this world.

No light to guide me home, no yellow-brick

road to lead the way.

It's me, my worn down shoes, and my

overly-active brain to keep my company.

It's busy trying to figure this evil world out.

One day, I hope it does.