Sometimes I just pretend
Other times I look away
Lived day has a way of dulling
But this heart, somehow it knows
My body reflects this pain
As I fall asleep at night
A heaviness covers my being
A blanket of imminent loss
Felt and known within
Even as I pretend with every busy-ness
A futile foil, paper thin to life's inevitable griefs...
---
Reena
10/7/2020
