it’s a different kinda feeling now
this waiting for peace
oh but it’s always there
but how else to make peace but to be it
and so in this moment I am
despite the dull aching somewhere in the voidless void
like an invisible brick lodged at the back of my chest
I haven’t revisited the site in my mind
left it behind
left it up to you to man up
while I move forward in search of peace
there’s something missing indeed
it’s really not you, but it is
it’s the quiet in my mind that I love so much
the quiet on the bridge between ours
is easiest attained within myself
and I know that all righteousness comes with time
all of it in fact comes with time
time is the master healer
of the summer’s grievances
men who don’t man up, hearts emptied out
quiet, peaceful goodbyes, and finally
a bridge-less bridge tarnished with lack of clarity
spat at my baggage
hissed at by a false sense of
everything
laughed at by unheeded intuition
and so peace it is, in my soul
and time,
nothing to do,
only simply to be
SuzyQ