Teaching a fly how to fly
My body is laying on your bed’s cold sheets.
My mind, slipping away from me.
Oh, how time flies when you’re counting.
Another minute into the staring competition with the fly buzzing around the room.
“It does not know how to fly.” - I thought - “ Might as well show it how it’s done while I’m waiting for you.”
It went around in circles, giving its best performance, dancing all the best moves.
I let out a laugh.
How sad do you have to be to be laughing at a fly?
“You can do better...” - i said.
“C’mon!” - now yelling at it.
And that’s when i realized I was the saddest of them all.
-G














