Fast Forward
Gray days, cobweb clouds, skeleton trees through my frosty window
Cold coffee, a piece of half-eaten toast, butter puddles frozen in place
Cat rubbing against my bare legs, half listening to the TV-babble
Wanting to stay in bed all day, make the half-frozen clock hands speed up
A pillow for rent - no takers, a heart for rent - heart breakers need not apply
I follow the taxicab’s tracks in the snow – the one you took to the airport
They turn the corner, but my life moves ahead making its own tracks
One door closes, another opens, or so they say – I think I’ve lost the key
Sunny days, puffy clouds, trees blooming through my open window
Coffee brewing, strawberry jam filled toast, dog in lap waiting for morsels
Cat rubbing against my bare legs, love songs filling the room
Leaping from bed, a new happy day, clock hands keeping time to my heart
I follow the tracks in the hallway runner to the kitchen to find you waiting
My permanent pillow renter, my heart taker, my forever lover
One door closed, another opened – and I threw the key away!
Copyright © Philip Mygatt | Year Posted 2019
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment