Friday, July 28, 2017

Homes


I knew it from the beginning 
From across the room 
I held steady 

You held the door for me 
Told me you were bad for me .... 

Beginnings don't turn into endings 
Not like this 
I can't believe in open doors closing 
As we stood in the cracks 
Whispering 
I love you ...... 

I feel you across the room 
Even when you are not here 

Disbelief drowns my tears 
Maybe I'll stay in this locket 
Forever - 

Maybe 

The crows fly over to pick up what's left of the wounded 

All these letters remain unfinished . 
Maybe I'm the only one broken in this 

Yet I remain here 
In the cracks of the door way 
Listening to wind funnel through