Catching Up With Myself
I feel hope
grip at my neck,
throttling me with
a familiar joy,
one that I have not
tasted on my breath
for a long time.
The silliness,
I embrace it,
an old friend of mine,
rejoining my company
for some shenanigans.
I begin to lose control,
and it feels good for once,
not like I'm spiraling
through life at maddening speeds,
but as if the world has final
caught up to my break neck pace.
And it's good to know
that, though consciousness lost me for a time,
you were always there.
I was rushing so fast
I could barely hear you calling from next to me.
But now that my eyes have been polished
I can see you again,
right where I had left you.
And as long as you're here,
what could go wrong?
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