Someone

Someone hasn’t told you they’re sorry.
Someone hasn’t accepted your apology.
Someone’s always shaking their head at something –
Left and right
But still can’t see both sides.
Maybe they’re missing
Someone.
Someone’s always complaining about space
As if we weren’t already overlapping tombstones in the making.
Maybe they’ve never been touched.
Someone’s always leaving a train station,
A car,
A gym,
An office
After quickly stuffing everything into their closet
Just enough so that when someone else walks by,
They have a place to attribute the mess to.
Maybe they’re unhappy.
Someone is always forgetting now was yesterday’s tomorrow.
Someone’s always leaving,
Someone’s always going back,
Someone’s always staying.
Someone’s got a picture of a person they still miss in their phone.
Someone’s using their phone to hide how much they miss a person.
Someone doesn’t like conflict,
So someone ends up cutting themselves off
When they cut people off.
Someone beautiful can’t help but glance away when they’re looked at because they still don’t see it themselves.
Someone is throwing down at work
And throwing up at home.
Someone is being overthrown.
Someone is too busy learning
That they’ve forgotten what they’ve learned.
Someone is so concerned with defeat,
They forget each loss is statistically one closer to things changing.
Someone wants to win.
Some try with lotto,
With sex,
with bookie,
With Aqueduct Racetrack,
With casino,
With bar,
With 8 hour (identity) shift
With writing.
Someone’s getting their grades –
Mistakes them for degrade(d)
Someone is pressing buttons emotionally.
Someone is pressing buttons communicatively –
Or not so communicatively.
Someone is pressing buttons on video games.
Someone’s job every morning is pressing buttons –
Turning lights on,
Closing elevator doors.
Because buttons seem to do things quickly,
Someone thinks delete is someone.
Misinterprets what delete really means
And how unrealistic delete is.
Someone is carrying a shrine of misery in their heart –
Worshipping what once was
Or will never be again.
Someone has let go of themselves
In attempts to let go.
Someone thinks something is wrong with them just because
Some thing is wrong –
Or right
For once.
What can someone do with all that right(ness)?
Someone forgets how much space lacking can occupy –
How good
And free it could feel to lose.
Someone is always trying to find a way
To find a way.

I have been some of these someones.
I have found myself inside some of these someones.
I have lived amongst some of these someones.

Perhaps the most important thing is making sure that when you die, it is the first time your soul leaves your body,
Which means no matter what kind of someone you are
You’re still someone.

– Danny