~Sweater~

Sitting here at the table again
Pretending again
You don’t really what to do
But you know what you need, don’t you?

Heart pounding fast

At thoughts

Of the past

Frailty

And nothingness

That seemed

Tio matter too much

In the moment
The best solid plans

sometimes always last

There it is

Like a sweater

You put on

At the first chill

Of reality

Happiness is too specific

and personal.
I’m drawing a blank,

it’s getting to be that blank

time of night

just be real
You know what to do
Wake up and see

You are fearfully

And wonderfully

Made

Follow

The tracks

to the train


~Sarah Mahina Calvello~