Say what you will, I’ve tried to put it behind me, a foolish attempt to conquer what I’ve come to know, an endless cycle that can’t be shrugged off. God knows we’ve all tried.
Sometimes I’m sorry, but excuses fair better, I enjoy my disposition. The weekend came just in time. I’m no good at this job of mine.
Buried and blistered from ancient summers, I welcome the sounds of fall, my anticipated relief from everything that’s been this week. I don’t want to think when days are at end, who has the endurance? Who has the energy?
I still feel it inside me sometimes, a subdued urge slowly coming to a head. Take me back, I’m ready and loose ends are no longer an issue.