A cornucopia of color. A litany of light. That's what I could count on come December. It had even spiraled into a competition amongst my neighbors, each house trying to one-up the next. But as far as ... [+]
Like a waterfall
Flowing over the aged jagged rocks
It has formed over the years.
The rusty gutter succumbs,
Freedom.
The water gushes from this escape route.
I sit here in the quiet
Listening to the aquatic drama;
The stillness of the dark
Against the rush of water;
I embrace it.
But then the dog snores.
I listen for your breath.
Not out of concern
But to still feel we have a connection
Of some sort.
Desperation on my part.
I sit here in the quiet.
Happy in the darkness;
I know I can breathe
Without you.
Flowing over the aged jagged rocks
It has formed over the years.
The rusty gutter succumbs,
Freedom.
The water gushes from this escape route.
I sit here in the quiet
Listening to the aquatic drama;
The stillness of the dark
Against the rush of water;
I embrace it.
But then the dog snores.
I listen for your breath.
Not out of concern
But to still feel we have a connection
Of some sort.
Desperation on my part.
I sit here in the quiet.
Happy in the darkness;
I know I can breathe
Without you.