dusty dreams
heavy hearts
fleeting folly
of this happy home
bed making afternoons
love and loss
objects of affection
waiting to be felt
empty voices
soothing sounds
take refuge here
apparitions of ambition
manifest in well lit rooms
delicate moments
dwindle in the lamp-shade of longing
nesting in the shadows
is the bright light
of beginnings
but i still grasp for broken glass
i still cherish the remains
i paint exits
cover doorways
and wait alone
i cannot fear
what i haven't touched
i will never leave
what i miss so much