The sunlight doesn't last long
as it flicker filters through
your dust flecked window.
It seems darkness overshadowed
my sighs and mental black-outs
into nothingness and despair
as I untearfully unfolded
the many unsaid
---explanations--
that laid in the palm of my hand,
on the tip of my tongue
The pink petal sleeves of my shirt
were more easily unravelled than
my tales of woe that
only seemed like mere specks on your window
They had left me grey and barren
there was no life to these fossilized remnants
yet, the conjuring brought me short
in loose-fitting pin-stripe pyjama pants
incense wafting in and out
knees curled up to chest
as I contemplated how the day did not last long enough
the night stole my words,
and thrust them into the open blackness:
the space between me and you:
my fingertips softly tracing your forehead
You said you didn't care
about
anybody
as I held my words in the palm of my hand.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment