do you follow rainbows to the end of the road
and pretend they end with a screech of the breaks
or perhaps you miss the train and convince yourself that
you were on the wrong platform or you were there just
waving someone goodbye
do you receive flowers from people you never loved
and your ‘thank you’ is the discorded key of a piano
in the middle of a concert
do you make someone cry and comforting them is a trembling hand
a surgeon never shows the world
do you etcetera your list of to do’s into a painted oblivion

I can’t afford myself anymore
I am wasting tones of words
and emotions
on void

my life credit is in red
the colour of passion I
once embraced

I owe everything to everybody
slices of me spread carelessly
everywhere
like there’s no tomorrow

...is there?