Plans

The bad days…

Starting to outnumber the good;

I’m having to make stuff up

To fill in the empty spaces

Where nothing seems to fit.

If I called for help, would you?

We could pretend for a while;

You don’t have to love me.

Would you, for me,

Let me into you again?

Our grand schemes always

Seemed to evaporate

In the new light of dawn;

Leaving us drained, dull.

Reluctant, I’ll learn my way again;

Crawl back into my old skin.