I Know It

No, you're right.
I'm wrong.

Mostly lived wrong
because it was hard
to break through my head
into what could be.

Head down,
bent over coffee,
eyes shut a moment
to dream possibility,
but when I open
and see the same me,
I'm ensnared by doubt.

I'm in the wrong place
with the wrong person
within the wrong life.

Long-term choices
stickier than
hair-removal wax.

But there's no Goo-gone
for what I've done.
So, instead, it is time
that will wear this out
and leave me free,
just a little more time,
or maybe you will help me.

Whatever the case,
I hear you lecture -
I hear the old me
in your words,
coming back to me
from a bedroom
of such brave hope
such determined optimism,
all done in peach-pink
and purple flowers.

Really, you're right,
and I know it.