reading + life + random thoughts

a thunderstorm warning

the smells of almost burnt bacon

our seamless transition to dark

Your anxious steps to the kitchen window

My reassurance that we’re okay, both

Now and always –

The rain starts, a glance exchanged

A soft giggle and more reassurance

That’s my favorite part

A slight shudder from outside

Another peering glance

And hurried scraps from your tools

Dinners almost done

More anxious steps to the couch

An outreached arm with a taste,

a toothsome mouthful

warmed with welcome

seasoned with sentiment and

meticulously brought

Hurried steps again, eyes gleaming

A plate of tenderness and

the light

behind my eyes

is always on, always

burning or drowning

in a pool of its own wax—

true light—

real light—

is made of colors

                                                               the sincerest column of white

mine is

made of paper

paper with frayed edges

enough to fool or

full enough with

forced smiles and a

pushed laugh

bon mot shuffled

and all it would take

to blaze

there is privilege in goodbye

unjustly given to those who reject it

unaware of their precious gift

and cruelly taken from those who cry out for it

beg for it

to be remembered and swallowed and buried

i hope our goodbye

is the space between whispers

endlessly gentle and soft—

i hope our goodbye

is never truly our last

and we drift through infinite space

cycling

back to the start to do it again

and again

and again

but if our goodbye must come,

then let it come with riot

let it come with hot words and tears

let our warmth paralyze cool tendrils

and abate death’s grasp

and if we cannot avoid His inexorable reach

then i hope we can find courage to

suffer—