from afar you can never know the hollow warmth inside
“Sheesh, Suzette’s been strutting around with a chip on her shoulder today!”
“You’re telling me! Acting like a big fish in a small pond lately.”
In haze between tomorrow and today
When midnight’s passed but morning not quite here
Strange thoughts arrive to find me in the dark
Drifting dreams and imaginings unclear
It’s about priorities. Make a conscious decision to spend your time on what is important to you.
At her touch the raspy scales constricted and coiled, tensed into an anxious lowercase e.
Somewhere in the dusk a bird begins its goodnight song, the tune more mournful now, more wistful now. What does he know?
But then in time
Too soon it’s easy to forget
What it was like when she was gone,
What you were like without her there.
He had gone away years before. Away, as in not there, not where Miranda was, not around when she needed him—or someone, anyone—to be in her corner.
She feels it beating at its cage like desperate fists pounding inside a coffin that’s been closed too soon, buried too soon.
Outside someone else’s window the neighbour’s wife
. . .