POETIC REVIVAL

She is on auto pilot. I handed the key to her and I said Your’e in charge, I’m out of here. She needed to save herself  So she could answer the question. I’m playing solitaire on my pad For hours and hours. I go to bed early I sleep late  and take a nap. Too many things to think about, to worry about To have time for self pity. For once I thought to myself I will have the best of both worlds. After all that She felt empty, spent And defeated . 

Drifting, drifting, aimlessly drifting  Like a feather that got away Drifting here and there  Resting softly anywhere Rising slowly  to fall down again Drifting for hours on end Resting here and there and everywhere To drift again, slowly, maddeningly all day.