Late Night Thoughts

How much of yourself do you share with others?
How much do you keep inside?
Are you intentional about your sharing?
Are there things you try to hide?

Is what you keep buried
because of shame or guilt?
If I were to die tomorrow,
would anyone read my thoughts?

My brain has a near constant narrative
at night the volume creeps up
I wish I had a switch to
turn it off and get some rest

Sometimes like tonight
when it's really loud
I get up and write
It helps to get it out

Seven is an odd number,
prime, both lucky and not
Time is so strange
lifetimes but seconds away

Our friend left his body
I sure wish I knew
Where his energy went
If he was able to find you

As spring progresses,
more reminders from memories
Things come back to surface
I guess grief never ends