Game or Reality

Game or Reality

No reason to cry,

this heart gives in,

winter turns to spring,

a slow ache says

nothing will change.

There was no time

taken to build

tenderness.

What's wrong is basic,

a twinge that will pass

when your voice

leaves my mind,

moving forward

can’t be too arduous?

The rain in my soul

pours freely tonight

unable to imagine

why

questionable games

lost us in a world of

inescapable confusion.

Life goes on

as my will

pushes me forth.

No reason to cry,

 this heart gives in.

Perhaps a walk

in the moonlight

will clear memories

of you,

 perhaps not.

 Susan Johnston Owen©