Airplane rides
Reading books
Talks on the phone
Normal.
Walks through the park
No fear of being lost
Wiping the hair out of your eyes
Safe.
Tugging at the blankets
Hands over ears
Last tear shed over this same thing
Fighting.
Whispered words of affection
Thrown words of anger
Kissing on the bruises
Disfunction
Made up words
Bright colored walls
Silly faces
Baby.
Failed examples
Broken smiles
Only tainted love to give
Parenthood.
Late night plans
Secrets revealed
Lies wrapped in wedding vows
Divorce.
Life before you
Held only cracks in the pavement
You're the one that brought the Tidal wave.
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
Wednesday, August 6, 2014
The Funeral.
When the water fell from the sky I opened my windows
I put my hand into the space and caught the rain
It traced a path down my arms
And stopped at the base of my spine
You're mine it whispered softly
I'm yours it quietly reassured
As I floated upward to my destination
The silence was no longer so loud
My feet no longer held weight
My mind no longer thoughts
My lack of a heartbeat
For the third day In a row
A fear I no longer have to tow
I'm not sure what will happen to the others
But I can't even hear their screams
I'm lost in the air that's around me
And somehow without lungs, I can still breathe.
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