The Reactions

Jealous like a brand new, brown leather armchair

Hopeful like a babies wail

Angry like the petals of an Orange tulip

Wanting like tires on old pavement

Sorrow like a broken pencil

Proud like the Dead leaves in autumn

Cruelty Like the hoot of an Owl at Dawn

Kindness like the taste of butter

Depression like the glass window panes

Excitment like a sunken ship

Confusion like the raindrops tumbling into the ocean

Enamour like the taste of ash

Regection like a lioness fang

happiness like the fresh sound of music

Fear like an empty coathanger among many

Tranquility like a freshly fallen snow.

Time without You

another morning I wake up,
your not here.
Another day I walk in the door, and there is no one
to greet.
and the simplest thing, like wearing your socks,
I don't know if it helps.
or makes it all that much worse

And I wonder what it is that I am fighting with?
Will I win?
Is there even a fight to begin with?
If there is no fight, does that mean I lose?

and another night, I go to bed, alone
and aching to curl and feel you there,
wondering when your imprints on the pillow will
erase tear stains that float on the pillow cases.

When.