untitled, a day in april
Once upon a short time ago, I took a trip through my own heart.
Vast regions of "I don't know what" met with "I can't see where" in an unconstant uncertainty.
My outward pride a bluffing coward; my smooth, cool calm only a thin layer over what it is not.
And then, a flicker caught the corner of my eye,
He was a bit worn, a bit faded, and clearly discouraged.
I asked why he was sitting all alone, in the corner of my heart.
He said he didn't know.