Sometimes I forget you're not here
and I call out your name
Sometimes I remember you're gone
and I speak to your silence
all the same
Some days I realize
you and I will never be
like a tempest rolling through
our connection is chaotic and cloudy
and the eye of the storm can only last so long
she can only be still,
when a t rex is near.
Some days I cocoon myself in our façade.
Some days I can play the fool
on our big screen,
Some days the role is home
I can be that brand of crazy
I can be a lobster in a pot
singing as I cook
for there's a tune for every occasion
even foreign heartbreak
even green card blues.
written July 23rd 2016
