the hum of the house
baby blue sheer curtains looming over me
sprawled sleeplessly on the stuffy carpet
seeking comfort from the suffocating sheets
they try to wrap me, trap me within the nightmares of losing you
over and over and over and over again
i listen
it's eerily peaceful without the whirring of the a.c.
broken, peak summer
the faint hiss of the sprinklers
i miss the cool morning dew on the grass overwhelming my sense of touch
everything takes my breath now
the scent of untouched morning air
crisp. innocent.
awaiting the day to begin
awaiting the quiet awakening of everyone else
it's been lonely, i'll admit.
i suppose i promised lonely.
it doesn't have to be, i know.
i stand at my window, lean against the frame
warmth of my breath fogging the glass
as i study the colors of the dawn
gradient blues & hints of shy pink
colors of an infant day
not many sleepy eyes get to see
que lastima
if lonely is what it'll take,
then lonely is what it'll be.