The Short Weekend Begins With Longing

Breathing in through cracks in my teeth

With half-closed eyes glimpse in-between

One more hour turning back the night’s affairs

Pulled in close, the taste is so bittersweet

Black out my eyes

The daylight keeps creeping in

Close those blinds

This comfort is killing me

Fumble with excuses and actions that won’t excuse

Dry eyes tear gently

Train of thought slipping off the tracks

All passengers killed on impact

One more hour spent alone scowling

Reflections, picked apart, the face loses effect

Now his spirit’s broken

Gather loose pieces up

Stitch broken fingers

Real mending takes time

Never have enough time

Holding needle and thread takes much steadier hands

And the steadiest hands still tear tightly sewn hems

Healing up black eyes as daylight just slips away

Closed blinds now open

The sky’s blacken quicker

Slip, but caught, not falling

Excuses, we’ll never learn

Dry eyes tear gently, but those tears are dry now