shadowboxer

wake up work

wake up school

wake up surf

wake up smoke

for every one of us it's different

Sunday church

BBQ

football

shop

what does your day look like

for every one of us it's different

but for every one of us the same thing on the mind

souls

like bread stuck in your throat that you can't push down

hungry

tired

lost

dying

souls

and when your head hits the pillow at night

all you feel is the concrete of your thoughts

are you comfortable yet

on your concrete pillow?

wake up

who will fight for them but your shadow?

and when you're gone that's all they'll see

is a shadow of who you were meant to be

I just sneezed

Achoo!

but not so loud

I've never been a loud sneezer

as I bought...

what did I even buy?

I don't remember

yet it was only hours ago

Then she looked me in the eye

and said

'God bless you'

and kept her eyes on mine as I let that sink in

and I said

'thank you'

with more thanks than the usual cordial gratuity

thanks for the blessing

thanks for looking me in the eye when you said that

thanks for waiting for my reaction

thanks for saying the name

what was yours again?

it doesn't matter

you won't remember mine

but I'll remember the one you said

and next time, I'll say it too

and I'll look them in the eye when I do

so thank you

and

God bless you too.