reach out

seven years bad luck aside,
can’t look myself in the eye.
more plaintext than ciphers 
passing me by

i feel this mark
each brand new start
to however long,
i wear my welcome

everyday i wake up 
cursing the sun
for taking you from

your each outlook 
behind my eyes
each restless night
repeats

you left your mark
that left out part
to however long
i wear my well

come to forget,

nothing yet….