Where We Were

We have all been there once or twice before
The purgatory-like meadow with a grassy knoll
surrounded by a sea of thorns that means
the only way out is up or down and the only
real feeling is being there and being scared
of what lies beyond the ring of thorns
that daily closes in at us
beaconing to choose
between this life
or another.

Where we were yesterday
is very much the same as today
but somehow different,
like time can make a difference
even in small hourly dosages that
bleed like a pinprick on my finger
as they draw blood from the depths
of my very being to pass on to another:
the only blood I will ever pass to another
be it through loin or vein for I am not sanitary
in their sense of the word for I've lain with another
of the same kind like the bird and the bee and the bee
who stuck to his hive to find a friend in bed and a friend
in head like the lost wasp found a mate among the hornets
nest that swelled and stirred and thought it a jest that someone
other than a bird would ever dare step foot inside their
humble
little
home.

Where we were when I said to you
I cannot be your boyfriend
and I cannot be your boyfriend
and I cannot want your boyfriend
or want to be your boyfriend
or relish in the boyfriend
that I was of yesterday
or forget the places
that never go away
Where we were there
I am no longer there today.
Stoic.
Emotion-
less.
Gone.
You
From
My
Mind.
GONE.
Feel that?
Good.
Bad.
I don't care.

Where we were when I sat alone
Where we were when I sat at home
Where we were when the hours ticked by
Where we were when I felt you cry
Where we were when the votes came in
Where we were when we committed our sin
Where we were through those warm fuzzies
Where we were through those broken lies

Where we were is gone
Where we are is here
in the middle of that parking lot
Staring at the starlight
Waiting for the world
to change and being
that change in the world.

Where we were is nothing compared
to where we soon shall be!