Inside the walls, and down the stairs
I crept to hide from you.
Believing no one could enter, or escape
no one could touch what I needed to keep close.
the first snowfall
we made snow angels
the yard white, wet
underneath it all
a gathering of sorts -
a notion of success,
Red sunrise, morning arrives
a snow bunting stirs the morning air -
crisp, as winter walks up our secret path.
who takes baths anymore?
just to soak - to think about life,
or find inner peace
beneath a soapy mirror.
List me between the lines,
not fitting into your mold—
The light peeks between the slats of the blind
creating today's first shadow upon our sleepless bed.
It's early, my mind already ahead of the clock
A harsh moon washes over this tiny room
illuminating the worn floor boards, accenting every ridge
holding a lifetime of worn shoes and thinning socks.
Go ahead and say it
speak what's on your mind -
but get to the point, because
so many times you talk out your face