An ache looming
Johanna M. Geiger
Feeling the burnt orange sleepiness begin to overwhelm
I look at the clock to find
body wise to the hour of intent
These long days lately have seemed less long and more
promising like the look in your eye when we first met
four - or was it five –
Autumns ago when the leaves were blushing red, yellow and orange
First days, sights imagining a background unseen
a swagger deconstructed and a smile
so simple while exuding Godlike tendencies –
the ability to crack open the world with a glance.
Here now nearing the time for sleep
we are semi suspended in domesticity
and so much more now than what we were then.
