Patterns

I can see my shadow
on the wall beside me
as the candle on my nightstand
flickers and fades.
And as I sit I fill the empty space
with solid colors and houndstooth.

Anything is better than nothing.
Maybe I am just noticing patterns.

Chevron and gingham-
for it has been two years
since the night that we kissed
barley, water, hops and yeast-
I could not be what you needed
and for that I am still sorry.

Argile and herringbone-
I cannot tell if it is that you give me butterflies,
or if you make me so sick that I cannot tell the difference.

Paisley and damask,
linoleum tile and formaldehyde,
I returned home a few nights before you called.
I missed you, I thought.

Maybe I am just noticing patterns,
But anything is better than nothing.






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