Musing
waking up at 3 am
to make a cup of coffee.
that’s my definition
of happy.
this smile is rolled onto
my lips by your
glowering gaze,
and the bitter
aftertaste of your
tongue.
that smoky film is
what resides between
us:
evidence of hazy
backgrounds to our choices.
all we need is a towel,
we’ll wipe away the
unwanted stipend
of emotions just within
reach;
they’re smeared in
all of our empty spaces.
now you’re on the tip
of my tongue, hiding
from me like we’re playing a
game, but
when I seek, I don’t
always find-
because you see,
the older we get,
the blurrier our
minds become to
the simplicity of
life.
lay back and close your eyes.
jump into sleep as the
early morning
fades into the
day
without our company.
Copyright © Randi Strandberg | Year Posted 2013
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