The sun just sits there
saying nothing while
the sparrows rush the feeders,
the trees swaying wild
in the dreams of the drive by wind.
The light stumbles down the stairs,
the day lands hard upon
the humiliation, shining
all akimbo awkward,
dimming and bright enough to
silhouette the scenery,
leaf and limb, wing and feather
as the distance dives farther,
away another word
filling in until the feeling
finds us out, all the lonely
stories in the world
all the clever words
driven deeper though
all it is is cold hands and
the absence of a kiss.