The Author

Blankets wrapped and kept awake too long
I fall aside
Plaintively with motions lifted
Sidelong from your light
Ghosts of thoughts
Parade as coffee stains and leave too late
Opportunities arise and fall
And still I stay
You had me doubting mine
Borders raised and words kept short
We’ll speak but not tonight
Don’t shout over me
Its sad, not angry words I cite
You had me doubting mine