Every Day A Weather Change

Every Day A Weather Change

Sunday’s body heat left me cold,

feigned calmness and clasping at the chance

to feel close to another heart beat,

heads resting on chests, a collection bucket of tears

donated by the quietly broken.

By Monday, cheap champagne makes my choices

under cover of darkness and dripping in melted chocolate,

these marshmallow mouths crave comfort,

drum and bass meets muffled cries of delight

as our minds drown in the musical remix.

Tuesday felt no fragment of guilt,

maybe it was just grief faded into folds of grey

and five beers in, your fingers find mine

and grasp fragility, so focused on some far off goal

that I miss finding myself in the flood.

The week moves on and takes me with it,

making peace with the waves, the lulls in longing

will end as they must, I trust I will land

wherever the wind tires of me, a farewell

wearing laughter, and with love my faithful friend.