Out of the corner of my eye,
I saw your feet peeking out from
Underneath the bed,
Dancing through the halls of heaven.
Out of the stained window pane,
Your grey eyes
Smiled into my kitchen,
Allowing themselves space on the vacant counter.
I know you are following me.
I spy your fingers crusading up the
Steps to my porch, each morning after
It rains.
I know your shadow watches me
As I walk up and down the same
Ghost-filled streets,
And wait for you to dissolve.
Jan 31, 2011
Jan 31, 2011 at 12:43 PM UTC
Out of the corner of my eye,
I saw your feet peeking out from
Underneath the bed,
Dancing through the halls of heaven.
Out of the stained window pane,
Your grey eyes
Smiled into my kitchen,
Allowing themselves space on the vacant counter.
I know you are following me.
I spy your fingers crusading up the
Steps to my porch, each morning after
It rains.
I know your shadow watches me
As I walk up and down the same
Ghost-filled streets,
And wait for you to dissolve.