The Moment

Street Art - San Francisco
Yes, I was in the room with you.
I wasn’t in the moment though.
When you asked me if my mind was made…
knowing that it wasn’t,
I could only turn away.

You touched me on the shoulder,
said not to let it bother me.
But I couldn’t stop the stress
as it started in my mind,
then pounded in my head.

Closing up my eyelids tight
to keep the tears from falling out.
I was living in another moment…
the loss, the death, the grief were holding me.
And all I did was nod, when you said that you were leaving.

— leest1 —


About Lee Stone -leest1-

The world is changing: Stand for Something. Soporte Para Algo. Independent Poet/Artist. Portland, OR ·
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