Writing

I’m scared of love 

Really, I am 

I don’t know how to love 

All I know is how to defend 

Defend my heart

Why, little mouse

Do you look up

Up at the sky

Why do you act as if the stars

Might make everything better

Why, brown bear

Autumn 

The smell of fall breaks through the hot sweaty summer air.

I see the trees start to lose their leaves and turn a bright red and orange. 

The voices 
Created a sweet soft song 
Like a melody 
Sung for a child 
Sleeping in their bed 
As their father sings them to sleep 
As he did years ago 

And the music 

“I love you,” I tell you as I rest my head on my pillow 

Thinking 

Wishing 

Hoping 

The birds that sing 
In the dead of night 
Are just voices 
No one hears 
Silenced by the sounds 
Of the world
And the expected 

The bats that fly 
During the day