Breezy day
blows away
leaves

Blows away
past

Soaked
in warm colors

the faltering of a ragged breath
in, and around a crowded room
following, picking up what is left
behind, emotions whirling.
full of spontaneity.

delicate sleep cycles
mixed up with a
crumpled sheet where
a brain rolls around
looking for that thing
we all dream of
*sleep

I’m afraid of living in a
dreary world without you
So I went out into the fields
And picked
ten thousand sunflowers.
As they brightened my room
I was reminded
of the way your eyes
would brighten up my life

Every morning
I look in the mirror
and expect to see
the face that used to be.
Life passes
short as a shiver.
Yet ineluctably,
all those missing moments
belong to me
as surely as
thousands of pieces
of luggage
lost by a bankrupt airline.
Every morning
I hope in vain
that they will
be on the carousel
and find their way back
to my mottled hands
one more time.
   ~ mce