Two Broken People
in that moment,
they melted me,
and i felt close—
two broken people,
trying to figure out the punchline
to life’s surreal joke.
i knew of their dependency
on alcohol like wine.
i knew of their pain,
and the passage of their flailing time.
parts of me
clung to their concern,
parts of me
warmed myself by self-destructive fires—
the type that tend to easily burn,
and parts of me
never really learn.
but in that moment,
i felt the click,
and the lock of a momentary connection—
two people,
for whom life takes such strange directions.
two people,
wanting to drift
towards a horizon of solid hope—
two broken people,
still trying to figure out the punchline
to life’s surreal joke.
James Garratt – November 2024
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Two Broken People – Written November 2024 (Aged 49)
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