Restless

Those nights seem infinite, when you’re feeling
restless. Missing out on all the universal signs, you’d think
it’d be more clear cut. The night is impassive to your search, it says
a change is to come by confused winds.
Dispelled by the morning light; have you found it yet?
What you were looking for.

Reasons to

I hadn’t thought to ask
Forgotten really, the reason
Why.
“Where have we been all along?”
It seemed silly
When we had all the reasons to
Lie.

A Loss for Words

For awhile now, I had forgotten how to write
In my own voice,
Akin to forgetting how to step
Abound that curb
Behind the next sentence.

What more is more frightening,
Than the simple tragedy
Beyond the precipice, a promised land
Granted
At a loss for words.