dark wood
before spring
silent home
doorbell rings
foyer love
without wings.
long pause
sober again
eyes meet
wonder when
deep breath
count to ten
two souls;
one pen.
kettle screams
eyes gloss
tongue-tied
dying moss
tea burns
arms crossed
wandering;
lost.
closet opens
skeletons emerge
unrecognizable
if truth be told
quick embrace
repressed urge
star-crossed
paths diverge.
tale of souls’
lips sewn
waiting to meet
broken home
wall erected
bridge burned
strangers again
stiff as stone.
fear ignites
love adrift
empty mugs
goodbye kiss
bitter taste
clenched fists
door locks
memory’s mist.