Chonk

By Phalanx

No mysterie's here but, no one knows because they don't ask.
You have to ask.
I've chased the sun so many times to be burned or left in the cold
Only guessing what the query expects.
Those days are over.
So last night I met my wife and I forgot her name a dozens times and
I kept forgetting to take down her number.
I want to keep her because she is so pure to me,
So perfect.
She even went out of her way to bring me back and
I kept forgetting.
Work and family is a pain in the ass in a new marriage.
She was lost before daylight.
I still don't know her name and so she will not call me home.
I really liked being married.
I woke up and the house was empty except for footprints.
A fools imagination at work.
The honest answer is, don't marry me because
I'm a catastrophe you can't understand through colors.
My eye's are wild.

I talk to you out there, somewhere.
You know who you are, even if I don't.
Come home baby.

I'm in rough shape.
I can grow back.
Love, devotion, is absolute motivation.
 

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Copyright 2016 Phalanx
Published on Monday, April 18, 2016.     Filed under: "Poetry"

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