Keeping Secrets

Keeping Secrets

The view from this bed is starting to grow mold

And I don’t think it’s all in my head

These walls, an irritating off white, mean nothing to me

And most flimsy rectangles of paper that remain as adornment

Are not significant anymore

They are curled at the corners

And their color has faded from years of stagnant sun streaming 

Through grimy windows which poorly display a wonderously

Freeing view of the world outside

Holes from tacks and putty that wont come off remind me

That I used to live here

Rejected posters and fliers beg to be torn down,

Embarrassed at how they stand out, and add to this feeling

Of disdain I cannot help but feel

When it comes, it rarely falls straight down on me

But it catches my cheek, blustering in from the side.

My head was out the window

Still I didn’t see your approach

Meaningless tears clung grimly to the whites of my eyes

Determined only to peek over the rims, to otherwise stay put.

Cold air puffed like a trail of downy pillows, forgotten instantly

Left behind.

A hundred miles an hour, we barreled toward each other, never on a path to collide

But set to cross close enough

And from the moment our eyes connected, slow-motion kicked in

Like a movie- it was like in a movie

While our trains bore us in opposing directions

Your eyes followed mine for a quiet, startling, illuminating period

Of 3 seconds.

Then you were out of sight, gone from whence I had come.

It Got All Mundane Up In Here

Thankfully,

Flurries stay outside, where I can enjoy them.

Warm overhead lighting-

Not like the fluorescents across the street-

Convince me that I can sit tight for hours on end.

I am lately persuaded that snow is for looking at,

No longer for playing in

And I wonder when i became an adult

And why I had no choice in the matter

..And how I’m going to get home in time to buy food,

To pay bills,

To clean the bathroom.

Disconnection, Missed Connection

Disconnection, Missed Connection

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