morning lament

ok well just leave me here
it just might make it easier
& just as the leaves turn to Fall
it's high time I slipped into gone.

into that fragrant place
that time forgets
where all is empty
& all our lives are spent.

remembering nothing
& holding it all
in the cup of our palm
like a bead of smooth balm

rubbed into our thin
excuse for skin
which will peel away
but refuse to fall.

night dies all around us
as the sun grows a new day
still it's as dark as the shadows
that remain in our way.

foreshadowing

into a dark heart night
& little room to move
finding myself like a wandering wolf
howling at a midnight moon

the cat my friend
as he nudges me for food
reminds of the childhood I wanted
for my children too.

these halls,
where my daughters played
these rooms
to remain here,
and I promise you, this place
becomes my tomb.