I know, you know…

I look yet can not see
I listen yet can not hear
I feel yet sense nothing
from you in return.

My demons tell me you’re
not real, how else can I
explain your indifference
your avoidance of me.

I’d no expectations save
you lived up to who you
say you are. I know, you
know, I am a fool.

Woken up now…

I’ve become a little lost on here
not being the man I am
to those who know and need me.

I’ve been distant, distracted
passive, as if waiting for something
to happen in my life, this isn’t me.

I’ve woken up now, can’t keep
waiting for a future I have no
say in, impossible to make real.

You live for today not tomorrow
I make you feel good, it’s only here
you want me, this reality for you.

Throwback Friday – Not Forgot – Eric (EDC Writing)

A true story from a while ago I posted over at the Go Dog Go Cafe today…

Go Dog Go Café

Flash fiction from 2017; from a memory much further back than then:

He stands a foot from the wall, illuminated by strobe lit blobs and spheres, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a cold beer. 10 pm he’d guess, summer darkness outside lures moths to flight, rhythm finds his feet, yet too soon for moves. She takes to the floor, perfection, slight yet curved, green eyed blonde, focal point of his desire. No smile, yet politely declines the handsome, or just confident, dancing with her sister or maybe a friend. He buys a second beer, a small one, returns, his space still there a few metres from her presence. 11.30 pm checks his time, no chance, better men have tried, he moves. She turns to face his walk towards her, the beat slows, traces a smile, no words, her fingers behind his neck stroke him closer, his hands…

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