it seemed like
everyday
the sadness
overwhelmed her
so much
so often
that she couldnt
even describe
the feeling
all she knew
was that
she was sad

i'm afraid to feel like i've lost something
i wasn't ready to give away
as ready as i might think i am
i'm hesitant to make a change
i might be miserable here
but there's slight comfort being in a cage
a familiarity of the evil you know
in an odd way i feel safe

On a dead of winter day
our footsteps in the snow
melt too quickly
for anyone to follow

In drops of steady rain
we picnic beside the lake
and watch fireworks
fizzle out with summer

Riding the crest of fall
but stalked by spring
and so, in the throes
of such invisible connections
we're preserved

And sitting on a shelf
awaiting our turn
to be pried open
and spread like jam
for someone to consume...