Charlie Is...

I’m sitting in the middle of a beautiful bliss,

I haven’t yet heard your reply,

I slow down my speed as I approach the door,

because I want to stay in denial.

I’m standing in the middle of a temporary shelter,

not knowing if you’re dead or alive,

I hope for the best answer to the question at hand,

But I know that I’m safer inside.

I close the lid of the bucket I’m in,

But those holes let the worries seep out.

I press down my fingers, my pinky and thumb,

I try to barricade my doubt.

It’s been such heaven inside the land of not knowing,

the “bliss and the ignorance” parts.

Goodbye, my dear shelter, my safety, my hope….

As reality breaks my heart.