Climbing down the stairs,
through the dead living room
Out the missing front door.
how simple the world is,
To leave you behind
peculiar, too easy, resigned world,
Yet irate, torn between silence and wilderness
Both shone brightly. Both were masked.
Outdoors, the sky was hidden in gray,
mundane as if waiting for movement.
The sun was there, peeking through rumbling clouds,
attempting to scold me for the escape
If only I could see it move across the sky,
I could reason with it.
Tell it about the way I walk
If only I could see you move towards me
I could reason with you
Tell you about the way I am
I wondered if this was when time stood still.
Was I missing the world move?
Did I misinterpret your signs, your speech patterns?
I looked keenly at the clouds,
Trying to see what was behind them.
The sun must have meaning today
Beyond any other day past or coming
As I looked down, the grass
appeared as a carpet of swirling chaos, fallen.
but it quickly vanished.