Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Home--Black Series--A "By Josephine McRose" Series

Once upon a time....
These are the words
I long to hear.

I saw you across
a crowed 
room.
This is the story
I should 
tell.

I knew 
you were standing
under a street 
lamp.
A creature
I once
feared.

I could feel
the blood pumping
in my ears.
I could hear
nothing 
else.

My face hit
against 
the piercing wind.
I sat there
still.

This.
This is our
story.
You.
Me.
The light reflecting
off your eyes.
As they followed 
me 
home.


Friday, August 12, 2016

A "By Josephine McRose" Series--AZ Rains Series--Like You Do

The floods,
they're back.
The ones 
I know
follow you.

I find myself
at the window
again 
tonight.

Looking out,
like I 
always do.

I wait here,
the smells,
the creosote
in my lungs,
the scent 
of 
gunpowder 
in the air.
Again.

I check 
the bed side 
table,
& your picture
is still there.

Sneaking past them,
being sure 
I don't wake
them,
in this 
small space
we share.

I turn one last
time,
knowing 
you can't see 
me,
all the way
up here.
But 
I always look
anyway,
your breath
beating 
in my ears.

I climb down 
the stairs,
in this close
hallway,
I feel the others
in their rooms.
Always wondering
if they can
feel me
too.

I finally reach 
the bottom,
floor level,
where I know
you'll be.
Waiting,
like you always
do.