I was sad.
I’ve been sad, I am sad;
this is nothing new but an unusual dose
I remember not too long ago, almost
for just a little bit, bitter
a moment of clarity creeping,
I held on my back
the weight of a discovered purpose
but then it dissolved under my nose
unknown to me, like some sort of enlightenment
that’s been there the entire time, one of those
“it’s not something you can achieve —
it’s something you realize you have”
I think I left my keycard in your purse
or in your chest, somewhere behind your heart
I’d retrieve it but
I already have it
you’re someone else’s pair of glasses
obscuring my vision
where is my prescription
