POINT OF RETURN

Sipping,thinking,
Liking,hating.
Distance.
Pouring,letting,
Loving,taking.
Pain.

My life was that way,every time i deep sat,
Drinking wine bottle after bottle,switching
To coffee in the morning.
Wondering,why? you really left.
Behind you the door slammed,echoing valedictions of unknown returns.

Quicksand more like slow sand to me,sinking
My heart was submersing in a lonely swamp.
Waiting,patience that i once wielded during courtship abetted.

Now and then.
There and here.
Two points encircled.
My gyration in confusion,shall fuse you back to your senses.

By Carswell evoL aka M.O.O