Inkpaw

 I pause on my way out the door
good bye
i whisper to the snoozing embers in the hearth 
good bye 
i say to the dust creatures in the corners 
goodbye i think
to the sleeping person in the room over

the words on the edges of my lips 
are only for the paper to know
as it becomes increasingly covered in graphite misspells 
and the small ink scribbles made to check if one's pen is operational 

The fingers that trace my nose
and feel their way across my face
have seen so much
without seeing,
heard so many voices
without ever knowing the sweetness of sound.
The nothing intrigues me
as I sit here,

it seems the closer you fall to the ground
the faster the earth pulls you in
with it's arms of salty ocean water
sea spray dances on the wind
breathe in
the sand is holding on to you 
breathe out
the sun is letting go

our friendship is a blue glass rose
its petals are falling on the floor
and as much as i've tried to keep it together
im clumsy with my words
and the cracks are running deeper
our friendship is a blue glass rose