nesting

 

oh
         she says suddenly
everything’s changed
is it strange to think of happiness in terms of yellow?

the poppies bow scarlet heads to the sun
peering out from the grey

rain sheets the window
whispering indecisively to the walk

find me something
                               beyond
excuses
for the way I feel

our fingers entwine over flat skin
the possibilities
             shift
under the surface

this isn’t a love song
it’s a decision about life

a moment of weakness
                              an outstretched hand

and you
               so much like me

(I’m sorry)