a fresh return

it's tentative.
not really wary,
that wouldn't be quite accurate.
yet circling, somewhat unsure.
sometimes it's felt in a glance,
one where the eyes meet for longer than they should
or are caught watching, observing.
sometimes it's in a word
tone of voice
phrasing, order, function.
small clues.
the more obvious touch
bodies meeting
unecessary contact,
yet completely needed.
the attention given, and received
small reminders of an earlier security
just longing to be reclaimed

life duel[dual]

her life was the dangerous balance

one end: only colors
not washed out, but the sharp
vibrant
intense
beautiful hues
of leaves
of fall
and solace
in the open sky
arms wide

end two: suffocation
the deep pocket of air
shoved
forced
pushed
down the throat
clockwork
with never enough time
eyes cry

punctuated by the small, still dose of apathy.
should you save her?

maybe this is all there is

it's the word that doesn't know this language
yearning is close
once the car has pulled away

clouds through the windows
with music on surround sound
they ask where i am

the absence of the pristine texture
glossy keys
producing cacophany

once there's nothing to look forward to
other than the beautiful
and wonderful we all feel

wishing, perhaps
for behind or ahead
irrelevant to the lack of greater love