Hoping

 

Will the happiness fill me forcefully

Seap uncontrolled into my bones

Not a second thought

Will I see the outline of mountains

Coming to life

Scraping the glowing night

A tent like a spec against a monstrosity

Identical to the drawing I have sketched a thousand times

Familiar and brand new

Or will the mountain slowly turn to wet paint

Like the backdrop to a school play

Flat and lifeless

 

Divorce

 

The small apartment

Always there through the changes

Newness mixed with fear

With a mini Christmas tree

Festivity warms the pain

 

Westfir

 

We drove through the sad little town

Perfect cut lawns

And no one around

We stopped at the town’s only diner

Chocolate milkshakes and cigarette lighters

 

When the trees turn dense

And we have no defense

Will the loneliness go away

Is the cold mountain air

Enough to freeze away the sadness in our stares

 

An old man sits alone

Pouring coffee in his cup

He stares at his phone

But his son never picks up

 

When the trees turn dense

And he has no defense

Will the loneliness go away

Is the cold mountain air

Enough to freeze away the sadness in his stare

 

A young woman drives away

Away from a marriage she knows she can’t stay

But she can’t make it alone

And she doesn’t know where to go

She won’t ever know where to go