There are pieces of me
on the couch...
...and if you ask about my well-being,
I am floating over clouds...
...but I was never a dreamer
until you puffed into me...
long rain cascades
morphs into a lyrical chant...
A sky full of clouds
imprisoned her soul...
my brain
leaks...
I find you in storms I fight to weather
in traps of poetry I uncover...
Hands that knocked at your gate
were not the same hands after...
Thus, whispered an hourglass in my ears:
No rock would ever survive the onslaught of time...
I can allow those heavy moments
to slip between the cracks of my character...
Yesterday, I stood in
front of our Courthouse...
Shards of shards
that split like dust in the corner...