Comfort

I don’t know what clean is anymore
But I know I’m not there
And I don’t know if I’ll ever make it back 

I remember pieces of things that had some kind of

Meaning
I need help to put those pieces together 
Sometimes at night when I can’t fall asleep
I watch the pieces falling through my life like snow
Even terrible things can be beautiful if you look at them the right way

Sometimes I see the way I used to be

I remember seeing love for me in your eyes
That is still a comfort
Sometimes I feel the furnace of my love for you
Burning stubbornly in my heart
And that is a comfort too

Published by mikepowernyc

Named one of New York's Best Emerging Poets 2019, my poetry chapbook The New Normal was published by Analog Submission Press. My novel The Zoo was published by Cacoethes Publishing House. Other poems and short stories have appeared in Subterranean Blue Poetry, The Journal of Microfiction, and Sick Lit Magazine, among others. Other works include a staged reading of my play Digging Up John Barrymore, performed by Dreamcatcher Entertainment, and five albums of original music recorded with my band Late Model Humans.

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