the quiet moments - a revelation
not the moments in my mind not
the moments deep in thoughts of
you, kids, or life, or work or any
of the noise we live with in time
i never felt more alone as when i
was married. i did not know how
to be. i did not know who i wanted
to be. who i was was without the waiting
of tables, the selling of phones,
it was at the pinnacle of the dream
that i decided to exit. i tried to be
kind instead it was wet cement
children, and love dragged thru
if i could have i would have but
that is not the way time works. it echoes
and heard very faintly as my fist
hit the table and i looked up and i heard
myself i will not be this - i will
not be this again - now i live mostly
in my head. mostly in awe of my responses
i could react if wanted, respond when needed
just live