amaryllis

It's hard to write 
a fiery romance
when your eyelids
are drooping, 
half closed

I wanted the poem
To have a fire theme
seared, smoky, flavorful
Not the most original idea
I admit
But it ended up

Stuck in this room
With so much to do
But not really wanting
To do it
Alone

I should play my viola
Or I'm going to get rusty
But the lonely music stand
Doesn't compel me
How I yearned for a solo
Once upon a time

Tonight,
Or rather 
this morning
The night sky is purple gray
Unlike what
romantic poems say

I can't tell
if it's the light
beaming from streetlamps
intruding on the night
the man-made
piece of day

This year
Easter has been cancelled
because the world 
has turned into
scrambled eggs

our smooth protection
was just a facade
too fragile
for the likes of our world
now cracked
beyond repair

I can't say I miss the vicous cycle
of getting ready for school
when I don't remember turning off my alarm
but end up scrambling unsuccessfully to
change-brushteeth-getdressed-eat-getout
or the moment in the car

My heart thuds in my chest
Faster than it probably should be
Considering that I haven't done
Any physical activity 
In weeks

My soul is still hoping
Just recently repaired
From the last shots of rejection