Wet days I sit by the break in the old stairs,
listening to my musings as they creak their way
past the arcs of my tired eyes.
In the distant blur of sound
my name calls me softly back to safety,
away from thoughts of you. There are
other dreams than that one, I know. I know.
So I turn away and leave that door closed.
Dry days are no different.
The sun smokes my scalp
and buzzes your name in my ears.
Those thoughts that pierce my bursting head
right between my eyes, delve deeper
into today’s bright, burning pain of losing you.
My pillow is soft, soft in the afternoon sun,
so soft it sinks against the hard bed beneath it
until my head hurts.
I never found out
how the wind knew all the spaces of me
that were you; how it knew to tease
the storm inside my head out into my hair,
the way you always said you loved it.
Too strong, that word love -
even the wind cannot say it like you did.
Instead it whispers, whispers, whispers,
other secrets in my ears, other lies
you never told but left behind.
Following me from past to past,
this baying whirlpool of unfinished fights
drags me again face to face
with our aged arguments,
faded in the half-light of my despair.
Empty? I will fill over time with other worries,
other drowsy folds of darkness
draped around me until empty
is only that room behind closed doors.
All I ask is that you shut the door
behind you when you leave.
I loved it. Thoroughly. These are my favourite lines:
ReplyDelete"how it knew to tease
the storm inside my head out into my hair,
the way you always said you loved it.
Too strong, that word love -
even the wind cannot say it like you did.
Instead it whispers, whispers, whispers,
other secrets in my ears, other lies
you never told but left behind."
"Empty? I will fill over time with other worries,
ReplyDeleteother drowsy folds of darkness
draped around me until empty
is only that room behind closed doors.
All I ask is that you shut the door
behind you when you leave."
Much simpler and easier to get than a lot of your other works. I think no matter how much poetry I pretend to study and appreciate, the simplest ones always work best for me. Not to say that this is too simplistic. This one has layers...but they're laid bare for you to see...and that makes for easier reading... I love this. Post some more :)