FIRST DAY OF SUMMER BLUES

Blue-grey sky suggesting an impending storm.
Dirty pale blue heat making me sweat.
No wind makes everything still and expectant.
People wonder looking at the sky, sniffing up
When will the rain start?

STILLNESS

Way past midnight.
Home alone.
Some distant cars coming back from parties act as background noise.
Far away in my bedroom, the National Anthem is playing.
No moon tonight after last week's eclipse.
No stars in this forgotten city.
Lamplights shine, airplanes shine in the distance, occassionally.
Can't sleep.
Too much silence.
Nothing to do.
Absolutely no worries, no expectations, no illusions.
Nothing.
Nothing will come out of nothing.
Until when?

UNAVOIDABLY MISSING YOU.

I was able to live without you for many years.
I can live perfectly well without you.
I know I will be able to live without you for the rest of my life...

I just don't want to.

Whatever.

THE BUMPY ROAD

My grandpa used to say, "Why so much jumping, being the ground so smooth?"
Being a working woman in high heels I should know it is not true.
The ground is bumpy, it goes up and down, it has holes, it has stones, it has small pebbles that get inside the shoes making the walk even harder.
Of course it sometimes is smooth, and when it stays like that for long it may get boring.
It may not be easy, it may not be comfy, it may be tiring, it may be frustrating end even excruciating, but it will be rewarding... some day. I hope.

LACK OF CLARITY

Other could have been his answer,
Different could have been his response.
Leaving aside all remorse,
He still a lot made me wonder.

DOUBT

MOURNING IN THE MORNING

My earlobes are mourning the loss of the earrings.
The earrings lay abandoned on the shelf,
watching me while I get dressed.
I brush them while I take the bottle of perfume.
I doubt, but I refuse to wear them again.
Not anymore.
But my earlobes are not ready for any other pair.
My heart is in pain, but you still hover inside, reckless, caged, uncertain of staying or leaving.
Every morning is the same.
When I look in the mirror something's missing,
but if they hang from my earlobes, still you're missing.