wednesday songs

I can hear the city bellowing outside

and Wednesday is groaning out

a lingering goodbye

I am watching your breath rise,

grateful for the air in your lungs

they sing the sun to me

they sing

and there is no longing here

not now, in this calm

there is only the bliss

etched on your skin;

permeating my own

and the sinking feeling disappearing somewhere within

I pour my hopes into a

thought

I let it sit

and learn time does stop

after all

– sheila c.

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6 thoughts on “wednesday songs

  1. Thank you for being so kind to read so many of my poems. I always look forward to your posts. Your poems are excellent; visceral, to be sure, but also poetically meritorious. I feel your pain through them, and I hope you can be with people who value you, who give to you instead of just take. Best wishes.

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