Silence in my empty home;
I like a little background sound.
I feel a little less alone,
with the TV on, I’ve found.
//
True joy on your smiling face;
your mouth grins easily enough,
but my eyes find no single trace
of happiness-I call your bluff.
//
Rain, here in this desert town;
when it fell, you’d dance with me.
Now, when it comes tumbling down,
I’m still soaked, but missing our glee.
//
Kindness in the words we trade;
once, we spoke in love’s language-
now we talk in tongues like blades,
relish in the other’s anguish.
//
Love in your eyes, when they find mine;
eyes can’t lie the way words do;
we say the three, false gifts on shrines,
knowing full well they’re not true.
//
Things once common, now so rare,
I scarce can recall how they felt-
our icy castle in the air,
once our haven, now does melt.
///
About the Creator
Chloë J.
Probably not as funny as I think I am
Insta @chloe_j_writes
Comments (1)
Un-flowery, meandering, a lazy river leading to a torrential waterfall that only makes a splash while its bubbling around in the readers mind a few moments after finishing the last line. Reminds me of Plath and why I loved her prose so much.