a life in place, love all set,
it all allowed for a sleep of
storied dreams played out in scripts
rewind edit replay
in waking hours of wash rinse repeat,
of work of school of making a house a home
she wrote of things made sense in half-light
she wrote fueled on tea and sugared toast
until she couldn’t until she shattered:
in her sorrowed hours
of the heaviness of a death she mourned
in the vastness of a light slumber
she woke into a life out of place
all that life he was there but not:
while she was there all in
until she wasn’t
“Anyone who’s had a heart, wouldn’t turn around and break it…” ~ Sweet Jane, Velvet Underground
