distracted.
it’s easy to forget
when i’m busy
work to be done
full of things to do
then i’m slapped in the face
by reality
showing me another person
opening that next chapter
it’s easy to forget
all the love
swirling and bursting inside
waiting to be given
sometimes the ache is dull
other times it’s suffocating
it’s easy to forget
when i’m distracted












