I don't know how to start an email So I sit, letting the cursor blink for me. Within the glass of my watch Reflects my neighbor's joy For perfumed cards and wrapped tarts Between their muffled phrases I am drawn to the window Against an inch of snow Perhaps, there's a perfect moment When them and these tapes of you Draw your face in the little lights. Tossed the lump of coal into the fireplace Maybe the impish sinned for warmth There's a cloud within me today Because I could never replicate the way My heart and the sky above sunk into your eyes When they saw the slightest jingle, A light strum of your fingers, tapping steadfast Across my nails, pushing my heart in and out Of that little circle of street light, that remains now. Leaves still stop me Especially the ones from decked trees, And on these days of revelries, I am always given a seat on the roads Watching hearts on balloons scramble for gifts, I left yours at home between the crumbli
A place to unwind to the beauty of writing!