Mundane Wednesday Nights

And on some days
As mundane as everyday
You suddenly realize
A gaping void
A restless mind tries to identify
Whats missing that you don't realize
Its specifics escape you
Its significance unshakable
You grieve a nameless loss
Counting the hours to sleep
As you you'll wake up fine
Until the next Wednesday night

Happy Ending

We both had been anticipating this for a while

Inching towards this night slowly

Expectations were high but were exceeded

We didn’t talk much as it happened

Individually and together, engrossed

A sombre smile  on our faces

Pausing to check on each other

It peaked and we finished, 

Simultaneously too, wonderful technology

We both lay silent and separate

Emotionally high, physically drained.

Usually we would discuss the details and rate the encounter

But we just lay in silence and basked in its afterglow

Spoken word doesn’t need to officiate every feeling

Sometimes silence is not all that bad 

We both knew without saying

It had been a great ride

FIN

On watching Schitt's Creek's Season 6 finale (Happy Ending) with a friend using Netflix Party;
a friend I met at an unlikely place much like a Schitt's Creek.

A Good Man in Retrospect

I am tired 

Tired of knowing what’s the right thing to do after it’s too late.

Tired of being guilty of years past

Tired of knowing what to do if it happens ever again, but it won’t happen the same

Tired of not being a good man spontaneously and impromptu

Tired of playing catch up with life’s lessons

Tired of finding the right song to fix things years after she has left

Tired of an evolving moral compass

Tired of being the man I want to be in retrospect

Tired of being an honest man in-progress

PS. This is not plea, just general tiredness. Life goes on :)