It runs
When my head
Lays on its side
A pillow
Softening the blow
I wonder about time
Sad moments
And the questions return.
A single tear
Runs from my eye
Finding a trail
Along my cheek.
I wonder about time
And how distinct
A moment exists
When torn apart by thought
We bury the truth.
We forget that
Human error
Is meant to withstand
The pain of
One tear.
Thursday nights I miss her tears
I miss the way she held my fears
Thursday night I miss her tears
I miss the way she held my fears
I wanna hold you in my arms tonight
I want to kiss you far into the night
Thursday night I miss her tears
Let me kiss you far beyond your fears
It’s the way we could’ve been
Just the way we could’ve been
Thursday night I miss her tears
Thursday nights please hold my fears
just the way we could’ve been
just the way we could’ve been
it’s the way we could’ve been.
I woke to tapping panes,
tears would gather on my sill.
The sun miles away in the east,
clearly shadowed, chilling showers.
I wandered deep inside clouds
searching for my light of day.
The winds outside would change,
carrying fears I might disdain.
Seems funny when we feel rain,
wet skin not yet allowing spring.
I laid my head upon my pillow,
wishing she might hear my song.
aquietwalk 3/2022
Paper and a pen 