I awoke this morning with the feeling
that something dreaded happened.
Not that something will happen-
But did happen. Later today.
Like a book that’s already been written
and we all need to wait to find out
what it was.
Now, I’m left hoping what happened
Didn’t happen to you.
Is it now yet
When you disappear for a while
It’s hard to find you
we never wrote when they asked us to-
we didn’t draw
we didn’t let our pencil wander-
Their eyes were too Purple
we left our paper blank
the other world was what they wanted
and they will not have it
Now I lay me down to sleep-
An angel breathes softly now
Having known what I’d become
What’s your favorite word? I don’t have a favorite word. Everyone has a favorite word. I’m not an everyone. The boy retraced his mind. Who’s everyone. The grayness closed in. There was no sun. There never was.
Look into the window
You were just looking out of