passing

once they removed their monstrous

parasols and offered the sun with all its

glory, I was able to see for miles,

see past the stains and all its gory.

walk past my long-limbed friends,

feel their gentle boughs crack upon me

and

wonder if that west window still

offers the view of diamonds and trees.

then without time to think, to blink,

they decide my time in the warmth

is done. parade their parasols atop

of me – flaunt like they won. close my

eyes quick and capture the burn, bid

the orange blaze to stain my gaze for days

and

weep over how much I’ll miss the sun.

 

 

 

neglect

it’s like torn glances

encouraging words unspoken

walking away when the other

is begging to stay

it’s the turn of the head

when you are about to look my way

it’s the absence in the air

it’s not giving a care

and

this gloom we dish out

it’s hardly fair