Wishing

You could write the words
I would say
that would make the steel in hands,
relax
melt away
but as much as you would love
to hear those words
  wrote to be encased in lingering
I am not to be your muse
if allowed, mouths would house
those words
  empty upon arrival
  graced only with breath filled whispers
wishing that was enough
of enough
of enough
for those words to land softly
eggshell delicate
in open palms

Underneath

There is a blank space

where you seem to hide

in between window panes

when the light fades

I can hold nothing but your shadow

You are peeking from beneath the fridge

an eerie glow that haunts

the floor boards 

where you never even stood

Conviction has always eluded me

somehow I teeter on the edge 

of decisions more so now

then when the cliff edge was closer

I would love nothing more 

than to wrap myself up in you

get trafficked in your smile lines

yet those lines exist not for me

so I will settle for watch on the stairs