Thanksgiving 2010

Half-Empty Bed

There's a speck of red on the bed
My eye catches it every other moment
A trick of the light
I think I might see something else
Someone else
If I turn my head to look at it

At 2am
With the sky painted black
The world seems that much more distant
My vivid imagination
Once treasured as a child
Haunts, but fleetingly

I can't feel the weight of you next to me
Perhaps I float
Above our bed, hoping, waiting
I'm lighter than my thoughts
And I can't fall asleep
Deprived and burning eyelids

Spiteful
Why can't I rest without you here?
Why am I always on?
Thinking without the comfort of your nearness

Until finally, I sleep....

The 25th Floor

It's the height
The view of someone smaller than me
Am I so large? So far away?
The view of the bay is bigger than me
So am I small?

Little cars, buzzing along
Window seemingly large in my eyes
Seeing something far away
Makes me feel so tiny and fragile
And I could fall so harsh against the earth

It's the height
Wobbly knees and shivering skin
I want to wash off this small humble feeling
The churning fumbles in my middle
Being repeatedly dropped