Optimistic, at last.

Used to be sure

Of what I had to say

To do

To live

Used to be sure

Of what I had to give

To take

To leave

Used to be sure

Of when to forgive

Forget

Believe

Just used to

Now over-confident.

This is June

Last was May

Next is July

Two months from then is September

Three months from then, December

In case you forgot.

New acquaintances

Renewed hopes

Burning desperation

Salary hike

Improved AV mode

Water-borne pets

Late nights

Coffee fixation

Restless procrastination

Continued rash

Over and above

Trying to adjust

Recovering slowly

Patient

Marooned on island

No water

Only bombshell.

She’s perfect

Short hair, slender legs, missing teeth

She smiles

Eyes twinkling

And my world caves in.

Darkness is only lack of light

Pain is only over sensitivity

Emotion is weird sensations

Surging through every cell of the body

What is love?

Lack of choice

Lack of self

Lack of reasoning

Lack of lack.