Program me to understand

the subtle

Drivel masked as canyons

Colour within the gyrus 

of the mind

On days when laundry drying

is part of the decor

it's also Sunday

"Who works in moods like these?"

I ask 

If unreceived love is like

grieving

should I not give it all

to self

Instead I text

"Compare love to sneezing"

drink tea and get to work

Volunteer something

to die today

in you

The last bit

is the hardest to let go

I didn't know I was holding so much in

***

Turns out it was love

I was withholding

"What am I angry for?" -

I asked

"I'd like to be seen

for how much I do 

every day", -

I said, in red

And I went to her

asking to see me

Beautifully she told me

about how I weave and hold

My anger left

I'm here in peace. And love

again