TheFeatheredSleep – Love and mystery
Here in the quiet room
you can fool yourself for a moment
joy has returned
her skin like oranges left in sun
narrow feet catching dust, turning in their little arc
you want to tell her you notice everything
as if it were your job to record the very sum
using nothing but words and build from alphabet
exact reasons you still
catch your breath
yet for all the music beneath her skin
a familiar yet unfamiliar person within
she has been long gone just as she remains
a shadow against a wall elongated
like places you once lived in
turn strange
taking one more look around
before you leave
key on the mantle
watching tulips breathe
their redolent mystery
as the color of her eyes
was never a word to capture
something free then
flying
out of the window she left ajar
that day she stopped being herself
and…
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