So long since my strong hands,
Have held this pen.
Recent developments have occurred,
That have warranted this so called,
“Burst” of creativity.
The next of my prose will tell,
A story.
It will be a story of commonplace nature.
My mind is searching,
For special words to describe
An event so ordinary,
Problem being,
That the event should be as special,
As the words I use to tell it.
But it does not feel special enough.
Maybe this is wrong,
Maybe I misinterpreted things,
And my feelings.
But he is so frail!
I cannot hurt him,
I do care, and I suppose,
I care enough to endure this.
I’d rather be unhappy,
To make him happy.
So why these selfless ideas,
If he’s so not special?
