The time is never right to say
good bye
good bye for good
for good ?
for ever


the time will not be right
when you want to say good bye
when it's forever
I hope it will be for good

When the night is not black
but only grey

I lay

and I wonder
and I worry
and I worry

and I sleep

and I worry
and I wonder
and I wonder

and I

sleeeeeeeeep

sorting
sorting
sorting

sorting
sorting

throwing away

cleaning

the dolls
are staying
even though
their joints are
Not working anymore
either

their smiles smile
their lips stay red.

sorting things out

Sorting out old family things
deciding what to keep
and what not

Why

do emotions
overrun
rational sense
out of the
blue

sky

Where are all these
tears stored during dry times

As long as you keep
your head
bend backward
far enough
you don't
need plastic surgery

Life is good as long as you keep these damn vines trimmed back.