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
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