An Apology

A mirthless smile.
A bitter laugh.

A return to form, if not to function.

An ironic expression.
An iconic suggestion.

A well-rehearsed round of goodbyes.

And I apologize, my dear, that this mirthless smile is all I've left to give.

Geology

written for, and edited by, Anthony Weir

Some days I have
difficulty
seeing beyond
my own eyelids.
The whole of reality is a
blurred mass
of indistinguishable circumstance.

All things are one
with my isolation.

I want,
not a fresh start -
but a severance.
An uncompromising
disconnection.
An
unfettering.

To be left
alone.
Adrift in stone.