Thoughtfull
My mind was distracted by other thoughts than
the ones I had always had.
So I went to find something new,
left to see something different,
to breathe in the sweet hot summer air of the coast.
In the search for myself,
I found nothing that made me want to return
to the place that I once called home.
My friends, they all stayed behind.
Spent the summer together in the same town
that we all grew up in.
In the search for themselves,
they found each other, but wound up lost in the familiarity of it all.
My parents, they stayed behind.
Lived the lives they had created,
continued on with the existences that happened upon them.
They found each other, but lost themselves in the monotony of it all.
My mind was focused on everything and nothing all
at once.
Overwhelmed with the newness of the place,
I forgot about the ones that mattered most.
My lover, he stayed behind.
Waited patiently for the letters that I had promised him I’d write.
Tempered his frustration and resentment
with the bottle.
My sister, she stayed behind,
took night classes at the university near my parents’ home.
She took solace in the company of her peers,
but the stinging absence of her older sister never dwindled.
My mind was free to dream
about all the things that I had never thought to think,
saturated with too much
to focus on any one idea,
on any particular memory,
on any single place.
I became detached,
just a fleeting moment in the lives of others.
Thoughtful, I am- yet inconsiderate all at once
because my thoughts
are too full.
the ones I had always had.
So I went to find something new,
left to see something different,
to breathe in the sweet hot summer air of the coast.
In the search for myself,
I found nothing that made me want to return
to the place that I once called home.
My friends, they all stayed behind.
Spent the summer together in the same town
that we all grew up in.
In the search for themselves,
they found each other, but wound up lost in the familiarity of it all.
My parents, they stayed behind.
Lived the lives they had created,
continued on with the existences that happened upon them.
They found each other, but lost themselves in the monotony of it all.
My mind was focused on everything and nothing all
at once.
Overwhelmed with the newness of the place,
I forgot about the ones that mattered most.
My lover, he stayed behind.
Waited patiently for the letters that I had promised him I’d write.
Tempered his frustration and resentment
with the bottle.
My sister, she stayed behind,
took night classes at the university near my parents’ home.
She took solace in the company of her peers,
but the stinging absence of her older sister never dwindled.
My mind was free to dream
about all the things that I had never thought to think,
saturated with too much
to focus on any one idea,
on any particular memory,
on any single place.
I became detached,
just a fleeting moment in the lives of others.
Thoughtful, I am- yet inconsiderate all at once
because my thoughts
are too full.