Long Division

i'm building a tree house
barefoot
where the sun is always setting
orange.

days like glass jars without lids
spent filling with water
set out on a ledge
evaporating.

i listen to the birds
sing songs while they work
building nests searching food
doing what birds must do.

but you are like a shadow
cast long and dark

over everything my fingers
can not grasp.

your shade ends
and i realize where i have been
all of our days
now divisible by two.

the sun is always
as their songs continue
we are not.

Reviews

[MoriartyMesa]

This might be the wine, but damn it I liked this. Not too sure how I can say it in some many words, but this was like looking at a water color that speaks to the person infront of it.

[ZeeArsonist]

Thank you kindly, MoriartyMesa. I really appreciate the hearing that something I wrote can take someone one on a journey where words are useless but the view is great.