LEWIS STREET

 LEWIS STREET

Going through the motions, these familiar movements,
Routine enough, practiced to perfection,
So everything unfolds effortlessly, on autopilot,
A seamless dance in the haze of daily haze. This disguise I wear, a fragile armor,
Shields me from the probing questions of concern,
From eyes that search for cracks in my facade.
I've creatively compiled my answers, woven excuses tight,
To keep the world at bay, unaware. But the truth whispers fiercely: I'm dangerously close,
Barely hanging on this swaying trapeze,
Grip slipping, strength fading with each breath.
I'm losing the battle to restrain these tears,
Tears that yearn to run free, to cascade unchecked,
In the relentless, overwhelming storm of missing you.