Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)

Low-Key Reality

The gentle rain reminds me of you,
your feathers laying on the roof.
Your embrace near but untouchable,
my fate to remain frigid.

The sky is a different shade of blue
as if my gloom needed more proof
of how easily my life is destructible
crossing my glowing toothpick bridges.

I've constructed this world with smiles
but you're the only one who smiles back.
The nature of things keeps you away
and with you the twinkling in my eyes.

I grudgingly work the miles
as my brain wriggles and wracks
with the needy daydreams of us at play
and decays with the grating goodbyes.