Her bemused smirk told him he was being made fun of
It didn’t help though, since if he asked about its meaning she would belittle him even more
Now if she made up the whole thing, well if he let that go she would hold that against him for years
That’s why he studied her. Was hent even a word? He hoped she would give him even the slightest…
He was sick of feeling empty inside
Only self-pity seemed to fill the void, and he knew that wasn’t healthy
Looking out over the storm-tossed ocean waves, he wondered what to do
Love felt so far away, somewhere out there past the emotional gray horizon
Of course, even if he got out there it might not help
Walking away from the water, he tried to convince himself that being full wouldn’t feel all that great
Been promised that everything would be fine
Except that was never going to be true
That shouldn’t have surprised her
Rachel had grown up on the wrong side of the tracks
And no one there was ever able to keep their word, even if they tried
Yet this one hurt more than all the rest put together
Everett said he would always be there to hold her, to help make things right
Death had conveniently gotten him out of that, the bastard. She spit on his grave.
Empathy was not something that came naturally
Math and logic were more comfortable
Only right now it wasn’t an option
The fact that she was crying
It meant there was a problem to solve
Only there was nothing that could be done at the moment
Now if the programmer could update my algorithm, maybe that would help
Be there for each other
Remember, you will someday not be here
And what you do and who you help will be all you leave
Verify that legacy is the one you want to represent you
Even if some say you’re weak, show them that weakness can be strength. Be…
Many hands make the chore light
And that was his philosophy through life
Reaching out with his hands to help all those he could
Keeping to this up even as he passed, so many came to celebrate him, it made his passing easier.
When Mother Nature’s dandruff flakes cover the hard gray-brown ground
It makes me want to give her a shampoo that would help with her scalp condition
Now you might think that I’m being uncaring and callous
True, but I think not letting her know about her problem perpetuates all the negative
Everyone would benefit from her doing a little bit of hygiene
Really, it would make head and shoulders of a difference
Varicose veins climbed his legs like a trellis
It had purple blossoms of bruises to give that bit extra artistic something
Nothing he did seemed to help with the aches and pains
Except the thought of even at his age something of beauty was still growing within
Being on social media can be so draining
Left and right posts about hot takes and hot button issues
Or the unwanted advances of strangers into personal headspaces
Can make you want to flee and hide under an analog rock
Know that there is a button that might help put a stop to that
No way he could find the part
Even the internet held no hope
Eventually, he resorted to some duct tape
Didn’t help, but it made him feel like he tried
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