Among the Wanted
When the new isn’t new anymore,
And our desire for the things we so desperately craved before becomes like an illness of uncertainty.
An illness in our minds, because we think too much, and not enough.
Because we act enough, or maybe too little.
Do we still crave what was lost?
Or throw some sand on it to cover up the evidence?
Will you cover him lightly?
Or will you cover him deep and hard,
So that he will never come up again.
Will you bury him to show him you know your worth and then,
Silence him, by ending his lies and delusions and false promises.
But, send him the song you made love too a month later. Only to ignore his response. Because you know your worth at the table.
Because you know you are among the wanted.
You run with the horses, and scream with the survivors.
While finding new that is worth more,
That costs less.