A slow chilly breeze
that haunts the night,
unaccounted for,
unclaimed space taken over.
You know I’ve never
done well with
vague directions
and misconstrued sayings-
words that will pull
your devils arms each direction.
I don’t want to sit on my porch,
stare at my screen,
wait for you decide
if the coffee I’ve brewed
this morning is too strong,
not the best it’s ever been.
And how many times will I let
my hands shake and eyes divert
toward exit signs until I realize,
we never closed the door.
Let in all the voices
and found a way to make
exclusive,
something we would have
to fight for.
Break the lines
we never crossed
and call the whole situation
elusive.
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 12:24 PM UTC
A slow chilly breeze
that haunts the night,
unaccounted for,
unclaimed space taken over.
You know I’ve never
done well with
vague directions
and misconstrued sayings-
words that will pull
your devils arms each direction.
I don’t want to sit on my porch,
stare at my screen,
wait for you decide
if the coffee I’ve brewed
this morning is too strong,
not the best it’s ever been.
And how many times will I let
my hands shake and eyes divert
toward exit signs until I realize,
we never closed the door.
Let in all the voices
and found a way to make
exclusive,
something we would have
to fight for.
Break the lines
we never crossed
and call the whole situation
elusive.
