wooosh she’s near
one step back
click and snap
fingers letting go of
closing doors that show no
cares for long goodbyes or bags
forgotten on the borderlines.
windows smudged with hearts and fears
reflecting past too close, too dear.
then coming from the car nearby
is strumming – no more tears, no cry,
which summons like that piper once
to follow waves of joy, of pleasure,
reaching in, relieving deadweight
freeing empty spaces aching.
stuck in chains chaining,
naval chord threatening.
screech screens screams.
swallow – choke.
here it goes…