In June of last year, I received an Email that has impacted my life in ways the sender will probably never understand. I can't really say I wrote this myself, considering some of it was written by someone I've never met.
In the past nine months
I have kept your words close to my heart.
Three different cities,
Four poems later,
One great love that turned out to be
not so great at all.
You're only ever content
out of context.
Work piling up
Daytime television
Writing your life
Drinking your gin.
I am only ever content
in various small rooms
writing my own small truths
never having had a context
and never understanding
what you seem to think I have grasped.
I am far from happy but...
The life I am finding myself in
is providing
everything I need.
We all need to be sad sometimes.
In the past nine months
I have kept your words close to my heart.
Three different cities,
Four poems later,
One great love that turned out to be
not so great at all.
You're only ever content
out of context.
Work piling up
Daytime television
Writing your life
Drinking your gin.
I am only ever content
in various small rooms
writing my own small truths
never having had a context
and never understanding
what you seem to think I have grasped.
I am far from happy but...
The life I am finding myself in
is providing
everything I need.
We all need to be sad sometimes.
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