Just A Collection

Why is it so much easier to write about sadness and love? I’m perfectly happy in my marriage.

Maybe it’s because I can imagine what it might be like to lose what I have?

Or have I felt these things before, but didn’t recognize them?

Ah, love. So mysterious!


Four walls and a door
that’s always closed

Traps suffocating air
that’s gray and blue

A cold, lonely bed
of wishes and tears

Portraits which whisper
bittersweet memories

A room that collects
broken dreams