How can I be so full of everything and still feel so empty?

As thoughts dance through me: escalating, colors swirling, lines are fading, foraging for definition or decision, but instead I find derision and indifference and difference and deference for reference.

All my grey days won’t change shades, won’t change hue

As long as you’re here and as long as you’re you

Even now, I don’t love you any less than I did

But I deserve better than this

When I was four and little more

I learned to tie my shoes

I ran to Mom with such aplomb

To share with her the news

I find it hard to start

Despite my rash impatient heart

I sit and stew and won’t pursue

A thing until the day it’s due