I think of you between the early morning coffee sips
As I watch the time slipping between us like dirty silk.
I ask for forgiveness, so your shoulders shoo the chips.
Maybe it is too late to mourn all the spilled milk.
The ghouls I left behind me in the streets of my town,
They still clown around and peek through dusty windows.
I hear them cursing the ground I walk while they drown,
Saying women like me only go where the wind blows.
Still, each sentence you say holds me down like an anchor.
Rose colored things wash me out, but you never do.
I wish on you like a star with my selfishness and anger,
And I hope that you see me among all of the blue.
My sanity escapes me when you pull away once more,
But each time I know you will come back tomorrow.
I have never chased the loneliness of being adored,
Yet, even your sharpest words drown out all my sorrow.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 