You’re an old soft warm bad habit
Like the way my sister sucks her lips
And the way i squint my eyes.
You remind me of my mama’s oxtail
Sweet and inviting
Filled with laughter and joys.
And smells of familiarity.
Something about you says welcome home
You’re an old soft warm bad habit.
Somewhere in between
my favorite boxers and frail blankie.
My favorite tea cup and favorite dish
You’re the place i cuddle in comfort and sob in pain
You’re the laughter in between shots
And the sickness in the morning
You are my beginning and ending.
And my knees have gathered dust from kneeling prayers
That echo in the loneliness of my rooms offering no answers
or sense of comfort.
Where is my GOD??
And I've been carving your name unto unlit skies hoping that
with every letter some kind of light will shine on me.
And I've been walking down memory lane but the path is
riddled with thorns and broken glass so it hurts when I walk.
And dear, between my past and my present is a whole
were my present should be. And you?
You are an old soft warm bad habit and we both know i should
throw you away.
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