loneliness

by

possession…

 

how many
night sounds
inhabit
your dreams
does
the coyote’s
lone call
stir you
from
an old lover’s arms
leaving you
alone
in
the darkness
or
does
the pine tree’s
breathing
in the wind
remind
you
of
those
last promises
as
you shared
the sacraments
of
love
for
one
final time
before
night sounds
became
your
only
companion

 


​

by

slow dancing alone…

 

what do
shadows say
when
you
turn away
do they
speak
as
old friends
commenting
on
how you’ve changed
for
the best
or
do they just
recall
your cigarette smoke
mingling
among them
when
you stared
at
your empty bed
holding
another
glass of wine
the
promised
last one
to
help with your
suffering
and
self-pity
pity
shrouded
in tears
childish tears
but
do you
ever
wonder
what shadows
say