how strange
a change that comes overnight
rolling down the hill over the bridge
it bowls me over dustily
i brush my hair from my face
laugh too loudly perhaps
your eyes may burn invisibly
as i look away always looking away
how strange
to wake up your being there as all along
not sure where to rest my glass
or put my hands
or what to say
some things aren't meant for everyone
sometimes you wake up to find
everything you thought was yours
is gone
it never
belonged to you.
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
it's easy when you know how
No comments:
Post a Comment