Feathers and Knives
A feather in flight weightless against the wind floats until it lands on your windowsill.
I stare out in the distance and long to be taken away by the moonlights,
And the breezes, and your cold hands.
A knife on the counter weightless against my wrist.
Your sullen eyes looked into mine and said those last few words.
It's a shame I woke up because dreaming was never quite the same without you.