Songs for Saturday

When I was lonely with only my thoughts
keeping company
with me
gone through the mirror where I belong
life looking in or out at me,

all alone
alone
such a lonely place to be,
company
she
always managed to find
me

through shards of shattered glass
tiptoeing
I would pass
quietly

prints on your pillow
remind me
how fragile
a kiss can really
be,

shallow breaths
mirror deaths
there must be more to see
and
she
opened my eyes
to a landscape
that flies
far away
from her,

shouldering my loneliness
sweeping up the broken glass
drinking up the sights of happiness
she
immerses me in her tenderness

I go to sleep.

© 2018, John Smallshaw.