In Transit 1

Met you the other day

En transit to change

You asked me what I thought of you

How you looked and the clothes you wore

Said you had just thrown a man out of your house

For calling you a slut and a whore

I agreed that he probably wasn’t the right one for you

Yet you stared straight ahead and continued on

My response mattering less than my company

You were on the way to see your daughter

And that you were scared because you thought she would see what you see in the mirror

That she would feel how you feel

And that would scare her

I want to know where you’re going

Mentally calculating the distance

Wondering if transit goes that far across town this late

Doubt won’t do you much good

So I believe you’ll make it to see your daughter

And she’ll see in you what I saw

A warrior princess in the night

As for me, I’ll make it

We’ll all make it.

d.r

A Single Muse

Seeing your smile makes me think I could've said goodbye better

As if I could play a part with parting words

I hold no stock in your happiness

But you have to understand a man stumbles in a world that doesn't want to see me cry

I had to be strong for all the wrong reasons

Nowadays I've grown a bit

You can find me all twisted up in a career

Putting words together in a dusty room for a local publication

Just wanted to say I'm no longer holding it all back in fear

 

d.r

 

 

In A Moment

It's a long walk from the living room to the bed room
Coming home at different times from the same place
Staring at the wall but really seeing the end of us
Hand cold with scotch on the rocks
An amber comfort of what my father used to drink
I'm always walking away from the crowd to give myself time to think
And you used to ask where I was
We fit perfectly away from it all on some park bench
"I'm suprised you found me.." I look down at my fingers as they intertwine with yours
"Well, I followed the kicked rocks and over analysis" She jokes
We hardly talked
Just watched our breath form on that cold october night
She's curled up next to me, head on my shoulder
I feel the trust, feel her heartbeat, and I hold her
An endless feeling bottled up in a moment

Tv on with no sound
Shadows dancing on the wall
This is my late night manifesto
Before we go back to things being just alright
Do we believe in ourselves or just act the part?
I feel the pressure
I feel the break beneath my feet
And I know we'll soon part ways in defeat
When will you tie the knot? Have a baby boy or girl?
Faced with societies norms from well meaning friends and family
Yet little do they know
I'm watching it all fall away and not bothering to hold it together
Am I normal?
Will it be deemed sane to give up those dark eyes and seductive lips?
The future an after thought watching you slide that dress down your hips
Such a moment captivating and distracting
Such a moment alluring and manipulative
A moment so sweet and bitter at the same time

d.r