When I see you, I go sightless. When
you sound, I long for deafness. When you
reach for embrace, I am numb. When you
smell of a house, damn, I meant a home,
my presents is the wind updraft from it,
alone. When time is laughter, please hold it
in, never knew I could survive without any
of it. My gift reminds that needing you takes
my presents given to me, unwrapped in the
open for all to see, away from me. Ignoring
my gift is bad for my presents, for then I
will need your presents; however, leaving my
gifted presents of loneliness would render me
giftless, so leave me to my presents while you
all should enjoy your well hugged, kissed, and
funny gifts of presents with someone else. When
I see you I go sightless. When you feel
present for me, please respect my gift of
loneliness given to me unwrapped in the wide
open to rewrap my very present with
this giftless existence. | OH!
Man! Layers and layers. Beautiful, heartbreaking, steeped in unexplainable truths, truths for the writer--and the reader if they're lucky.