It’s easy to idealize the dead.
Nothing’s worse than indecision,
even regret.
Loving now’s a loss for the past,
if anyone’s keeping score.
Forgetting what made you come to this,
was there nothing to lose?

So much to gain,
Implies a lack
now nothing’s the same.

Comparisons run through my brain,
of a heart, split in two and then,
spread across the plains.
And there is no mean,
math can’t split this seam.

So much to feel,
Veered off the track,
still feel the pull,
Pushing you, back.

This could be big,
though I’ve said that before.
First hesitate, then fall
through that door.

To be alive Inside
It means to never hide.
Pushing yourself inside
to live, your very