Day: March 12, 2015

(cold spring)

cold spring water runs

through these veins and through this life

recycled to new

She wages a heavy war

I watched from the shore, for years

She tells me

I couldn’t possibly understand

Her depression runs too deep

There is no light left

At the end of her tunnel

She, instead

Has only dug a cave

She stares down at the eggs

I stare back at her

We say nothing

There is nothing to be said

She is haggard, grim

And the eggs are getting cold

The coffee is getting cold

I no longer have an appetite

And my mind wonders to the day ahead

It’s going to get hot, today

So I think I’ll bike to the pool

Catch some sun

And forget about breakfast

The cold eggs

And her