soft hunger

peel back the layer

pull back the covers

of the morning 

run your eyes, 

and open wide 

listen to the quiet 

feel the sore muscles

the soft hunger 

the ache of memory 

when you remember, suddenly 

the things you already know

but they hurt again, each time

3/1

you didn’t tell me 

i didn’t know how

it wasn’t your fault 

i’ll fix it somehow 

i never waited

i always moved on

usually happy 

singing a song 

it was my dad

words that he said

stabbed into me

left me for dead

it was your mom

her curious judgement

they couldn’t keep

in step with our movement 

raindrop rose

i think that song 

that was inside 

it may be gone, 

it may just hide- 

when things get rocky 

and change again 

i run out of words

i don’t understand 

well gosh, 

the pain

it comes and goes

It’s smells like smoke 

and raindrop rose

it makes me think

of all the things

i guess i said 

and didn’t mean 

and seeing you, 

it feels like rain 

i don’t quite know

just what to say

i smile,

and i nod my head

and try again

to wake the dead