wandering around today
(it's the greatest day
I've ever known)
I stumbled into a french bakery
ray charles pouring through the doorway
singing
for the love of women
and everything
this one I'm watching
wants her decadence
for a bargain
and she just can't see...
as I edited for a moment
writing today
I started to feel things
slipping away
your settings have changed
returning the leaky bed
the fort reduced to a pile of blankets
as I washed the sheets
it came to me
that I hadn't slept in my bed
since the night you left
shattered intentions
a makeshift rosary
old french windows
chocolate truffles
the sun on my hair
warm breeze for the first time in years
today
it seemed
I don't want to be your distraction
but I have to keep this going
and maybe we can curl up
the next time it's snowing
so off I go
for more holes for my soul
to let out the beams of light
(see, I'm glowing)
for me
there's little use in crying
it's the wide awake and dying
that I'm used to...
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