So this is what “over” feels like
Hollowed out, almost
Involuntary release of what was once satisfying fullness.
“Over” is sobering acceptance.
Feeble substitute for the high of a drunk “forever…”
When has the promise of forever ever been anything other than a fool’s comfort?
“Over” feels cool, no real need for a blanket
but no need for a fan either.
It’s that in-between feel that holds comfortable within view but just out of grasp
Promising something better but dropping the ball on delivery.
“Over” feels familiar, even safe, yet repulsive
It hovers heavy like a cloud
Bursting with moistened pain
It seeps in where it wasn’t invited and blends with all that’s normal.
“Over” haunts the spirit
Dares it to rebel
It whispers sweet somethings
Weakens knees and resolve and smiles satisfaction at complete domination.
“Over” oscillates between suffocating resentment and frozen numbness
Between total control and slobbering mess
It hates the you that one was and
Envies the evolving you.
“Over” holds a death grip that over-strokes honey coloured vibrance with grey glum
Recasts sunset hues and sea breeze images with midnight blackouts
“Over” presents a challenge
Begs for attention with a cold shoulder and silent back
Demands response while screaming deafening silence
“Over” is content and peaceful.
Graciously smiling at quiet acquiescence.