Lover’s Field

Every morning,

I push out

my love for you,

push it beyond my reach,

until I can no longer feel it.

Every night,

I see it standing in the field

and

hear it coming through the cracks,

closing in for another

suffocated sleep.

 

Peace

You always

look for peace

in me,

like a gambler

places

another

bet,

certain that

this,

this will be the time,

that hope

outwits

your odds.

Wordsmith Wednesday: Poem XX

It has

to be

a great

burden

to carry

my heart,

but one

wouldn’t

know it

by the way

you

move,

unladen.