Two Step

I can hear the other shoe

About to drop, as I am 

Recursively walking up and down the stairs-

Dust askanse-

Forgetting what I came for

Folding paired socks, putting away the

Same dry towels

Remembering I

Love you,

Is it too late?

I am picking out the empty hangers

Counting trips, remembering

Colors, walking up and down the hall

Forgetting, with each door frame

Why I am here.

More matching, every thought

Is two by two, a spiral

Would it have always

Been this way?

I am just waiting, though I do not know it yet

These are the right words

I am putting everything in order

Glasses in the cupboard, picture frames

And Neurons in the garage 

The right amount of intoxication, sweetness,

Pain - to bring me to the place

My X on the stage, preordained

Needing a cigarette, a rebellious hand on the

Stair rail, a wink to the camera

You will always be outside my window

My hair just so

Before I fall

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow, this is amazing...like rapunzel waiting for her lover to save her...waiting so she can let her hair down...only this time, he has already been there and gone because she never told him how she felt...
it's too late for the fall...
in more ways than one.

j.

[Kristina Moulaison]

Thanks so much, Jacob. I really appreciate your words.