Passing the Past (Old Found Poem)

you were once there
right by my side
the way you said
you always would be

but you lied
in the blink
of an eye
without even a glance behind

you're long gone
only around in hauntings
leaving me
questioning

what's real
who's real
and if anyone really means it
when they say
they'll be there

Change

The hues change
and the shape reflects
all the while
onlooking
at what crosses before it

The center of meaning
and the meaning
of life
remains masked
behind it

They change with the
light
but the message stays the
same

and the only one
who will be able to read it
is the one
who knows exactly
what they're looking for

It's Not On The Tip Of My Brain

It's supposed to be something exciting
something new
and different
a refreshment of opportunities


but if that's true
then why am I sad


why can I not understand
what's going on
beneath my words


why do I try to figure it all out
and cause problems
where they don't exist


why am I the way I am?
why can't I just enjoy
what people tell me to


it should be
a happy moment
in time
but I can't focus on that
I can focus on anything but --


it's the furthest thing
from my mind --
the term "happiness"
because my face has forgotten
how to smile.