The Broken Arrow

There’s depression lurking in the corner

Waiting for me

And I brought it on myself

Invited it via mail as well

I asked for it

I dreamt of it

But dreams have a way

A way of making everything seem….well dreamy

Memories too

The best are kept

The rest, under the carpet swept

To be brought up when you least expect it

I’d said good bye

I’d found my closure

I’d come to terms with it all

I did occasionally remember

Especially in May June August and December

But that was fine with me

And then I could hold it in no longer

I thought I was being clever

I know now that I should have been stronger

I can’t say another good bye

That, both of us will destroy

And make me worse than the wicked witch

In cold heartlessness ripe and rich

I don’t think I could do it again anyway

I got into it wearing rosy red glasses

Now that’s broken into almost a million pieces

I see it now

Clear as melted snow

It’s at the tip of my tongue

The one question I want the answer to

But the fear of rejection holding it back

For I know as much as I want one answer

I’ll surely get the other

So I say nothing

I shot the arrow

It got where it needs to be

One last flight, before its set free

By being snapped in two

No options of redemption, clearly

Everything seems the same

But everything is so very different