Don't Read

Don't Read

 I still sleep less
Eat short slow bites
Drive lawfully
And say good night

I still feel pain
While holding a smile
A glass half empty
Is full of denial

Your photos are gone
But memories remain
I’m working them out
But its not sane

I still earn money
An honest slave wage
When I think I’m done
I write another page

I still walk waiting
For your luring hand
For a kiss on the cheek
To feel that again

I still over think
And over feel the same
I’d love to call you
But that’s not sane

I still hound the issue
In and out of my head
The moments I miss you
I’d much rather be dead

I still live and laugh
And try to stay clear
But you’re in my head
And I wish you were here

Daniel Jaffke