(20 minute poetry)

A window scratched
the door unlatched,
Inlaid
with a thousand fears.

These reminders deliver me
with the thoughts that one
day I'll be
Scratched out and unlatched
like that
too.

But today drugs me
and the
sun comes
begging to hug me,
kissing
things better.

I met her on Tuesday
one long dream ago, but
I told you of that once
before
when she came through
the skylight to drown into
my eyesight
and Tuesday was not the
same
any more.

I could go on,
could go on
repeating
could go on
and why is it
I ask
why I should?

she gives me the answer
every time.

I dance to her music
but
the melody's mine,
time after time after
Tuesday was fine and I
knew she'd be coming
again.