This day is wrapped in grey,
tied with a bow.
I know that whatever I say
you must decide whether
to find gloom in the grey,
or bloom in the glow of the bow.
This day is wrapped in grey,
tied with a bow.
I know that whatever I say
you must decide whether
to find gloom in the grey,
or bloom in the glow of the bow.
I laughed a little
remembering you,
saw a glimpse of your smile
between two clouds,
felt the comfort only you could give,
wished you were here
for more than a
glimpse.
Your world is a place of melodrama.
Teacups can’t contain the tempests that turn around you.
Moles man earth movers making mountains.
Stop.
Breathe.
There are so many bigger things in the world,
like poverty, war, disease.
In the scheme of things, that she looked at you funny,
or he didn’t return your tweet,
is worth less than a shrug.
Truly, if you live in a land at peace,
your life is sweet.
Today
you touched someone,
Caressed pain away
with a kind word,
a warm embrace,
a sincere smile.
Today
you didn’t even know
the comfort that
trailed behind you
as you walked by.
On the highway
blinking, road blurring,
I should be sleeping,
not driving.
I can’t walk to bed
from here.