love, rora

Living so close

Only next door

Nearby

Everyday a 

Lifetime away

a jar for me

a jar for you

my jar of course,

you can see right through.

*

jars of jelly

and jars of jam

you left one open

and didn't give a damn.

*

jars of bugs

crickets and fireflies

to liven the night

but I open these jars

"Maybe I'd give you my world"- Fleetwood Mac

 *

She wants a piece

of what she sees

past her reflection in his eyes.

*

Because sometimes holding his hand in hers

is not enough

because her hands can't hold his world.

* she wants a piece

in the hopes that it will be

the perfect size

to fill in all of the cracks

*

And though the grass is greener

in  her world

she'd like to feel

the sand

The sun's shimmer lit up the sky scraper

way across town

past the rolling hills

and mossy trees

where I sit and watch

as it drops is leaves

*

The building stands tall and silver

a chunk of luminescent metal breaking

the endless blue sky.

But no one in town had bothered to ask

just  how dark

one

too many

strokes of luck.

It was time she

Every leaf that fluttered

in the wind

was lost quickly as dream.

* And every branch shook

with the effort

to keep reaching.

 *

But the tree

attached to the ground

by a thousand thick roots

"What are you doing?"

they ask

when she sits alone after school

letting the wind

flip the pages

of her

book.

 *

And as it lands on the last page

she knows it is not over.

 *

The breeze swept that last

shred of hope away

high above her

where it knew

she couldn't

reach.

 *

Cut and sliced.

And though you are in pieces,

Green grass and blue skies

just over the next mountain.

They think nothing of the noises

that their crunching makes.

Terrifying neighbors

who lay in bed, awake.

*

Playing in the dark

they forget to be afraid

Chasing endless shadows

till the darkness slowly fades

*

But when the sun is shining

they let their neighbors be

watching from the safety

the sky is darker than the sound

of a million crickets.

or maybe its just one

who sits and croons by the window.

 *

maybe he cant sleep

so he croaks

and maybe i cant sleep

It just doesn't seem right...

man.

that your days blend together

one unlucky streak, no real plans

Antlers on the walls, they have

Understanding glossy eyes

Remembering the life they had.

Over and over in their minds, how much faster they would have

Ran if they'd known they'd just be