solemndays

these solemn days we drink tea on the balcony

my heart rests

in knowing you’re alive.

my nonsense speaks volumes

of love.

because any real meaning aches to put to page.

a year ago their definition of love

was thin,

non-fat milk for real, rain forest coffee.

didn’t work,

nothing true.

though their words were scientific,

my nonsense words say more.

she writes because she can do nothing else,

i write to breathe.

and these days,

even writing cannot unclog this nose.

even writing cannot touch this.

even writing cannot show,

only telling these days,

and that they say i am not allowed to do.

just a break in the walls of these strong feelings.

my heart rests

in knowing you are safe

knowing you are His.

in these small words i sit and wait

and wait

trying to place faith in One

instead of seasons and hours

and wait.

i say there are other things-

there are,

and there are not.

my heart rests

somehow,

and then we fall apart.

these small words

speak volumes

of falling apart.