Jueves…

This is not a poem.

This is an apology, of sorts.

I’ve been erratic.

I’ve not made sense.

I’ve been a strange
nonspecific
kind of sad;

I’ve been a relapse.

I didn’t even notice.

 

But I cried for two days,

And now I’m human.

 

I’ve only prayed for death twice,
Today.

Is this not how life is?

There is a glass of wine in my hand;
And I’m back.
And I might have changed.

And if YOU

are reading this…

…then please know that I’m sorry.

And that I’ll be back.