Friday, July 27, 2012

The Force of Habit


The Force of Habit




I walked this way,
Twice, three times,
Who's counting?
But I know it's
Hopeless,
To carry on down here.
This road has been
Blocked, cut off...

In my sleepwalk,
I could have covered
All this ground,
Without fail.
And because of routine,
I forget the futility,
Of the simple fact,
That you are gone.
No longer waiting,
No more responding,
To me....