Tuesday, June 29, 2010

the parking lot of dream


Someday I will stop blaming myself
For the dark hours
When you tread gray waters
Forgetting fireworks and moonlight
But today the blood
Seeps through my chest
Staining my shirt a tacky purple
That is the color of ache
The time of impatient wanting
The clouds will clear I know
The sun may slant through
We may smile again, broadly
But this morning there is a sodden sadness
Sticking to the flesh of my soul
I will wait like a kid
On the baking asphalt
Folded up outside
The so-called convenience store
Arms around my knees
Remembering the taste of
Your happy laughter
With a crease between my eyes

And a lightness in my heart