palpable

with each new dawn
fault lines are drawn
regret turns to art
everyone else has moved on

to lessen the sting
i write and i sing
knickknacks of my trade
jaded and smiling

maybe ‘alone’ is who i am now
who measures more than ‘how’
head in the clouds, thoughts heavy
weighing each part of me down

whiplash has a lasting effect
guess that’s what i get
going too fast. not seeing the con
around corners lay waiting threats

even a room filled with clutter
i quickly uncover
the palpable loneliness
she is me. i am her