Suddenly, I Find Myself Smaller

There is brown here A dooming neutrality darkening to black as I picture you further than the sleeve equipped for my emotive exchanges In my misspelled well wishings I hope you thought kindly I am not as bitter as my mocking your pockets may seem I prefer you this way Except, you must understand that the best way to please me is to not And out of the other twenties that never returned my message I'd like to think you had no words fit so you got distracted by new days We move from sepia to chocolate as I express my disdain for anything flavored this way The lighthearted rejection of my preference tells that I like the mild meekness of vanilla The subtlety of a stronger after taste Than the floating prior There will never be two of us in this room Just me and the choice existence of others when my echoes become too loud for my bed And I'll dance for the shadows left by empty chairs and your space in the slow developing abyss in my head -----The part where the heart carries it's waste And when it's clean we can transition I move from chocolate to bistre Skipping the smoother movements of a learning tree There's no way to end what's more than the grasp of my hands And so I can only make a guess That in a revolution we'll be pitch black Asante Indira 11/30/2012