Love, Unrequited X

I’m short-sighted by trade

Can’t think more than 5 minutes ahead of myself

But with you

Only forever fired my synapses

A hazardous workplace

“24 hours since last accident”

Thoughts of you

I hope to make it another 24

It’s a start

Yes, I’m back on my bullshit

if you’re wondering

But that’s what’s liberating

A deep breath

It’s my bullshit

Not yours

I think for one whole

Not two halves

A tingling baptism

I’m getting feeling back

I rub the crust from my rested eyes

Run my hands up and down my grizzled cheeks

The reflection I see

In an honest mirror

Known and unknown

I can’t seem to place the face

That once-every-other-Thanksgiving-relative

An intruder in my own house

It’s me

Been a long time, friend