nights like these

coming home
sixteen hour work
bank statement mail box
hallway smell
foot on green
carpet
door open to apartment
too warm
oven smell burning
attempt
at dinner
empty couch
empty bowl
red eyes slit
face in sheet
I miss them

holding pillow in frail attempt
comforting
cradling
book in hand silent read –
once aloud – angels singing night
seeing sunrise
creep over as the Veil opens
due to your minds
entangling, open, with one
another – Us
walking over hardwood
eyes blazing
a million suns simply on the tips of tongues
wit, wisdom, happiness
love

darker now
as sun sets
cover over – head on blanket
recession
depression
boxes littering apartment
lovers in another state
lovers in the same state
lovers in my state
of mind – stating (more precisely –
screaming) love
from more than tongues or hearts
but souls

I miss them