Monday, February 15, 2016

A Seven Dayed America






For a while
I close the door
Closing behind
Closed doors
A while
To remember
I've closed 
Before
I remember
A space
A room
To remember
A while
Ago
I've stepped inside
To begin
My dream
As I began
To step inside
To Mark
My Beginning
I began
Inside
To begin
The Beginning
That would last
My last beginning
For a while
I think
This thought
I trace
The lines
Of your lips
In my thoughts
You smiled.