The Sound of a Second Chance
You smell of insecurity and kindling passion
But the air that lags behind you tastes of belief in humanity and a sheer
Optimism
That I can look straight through but then I get lost and cannot see the world on the other side
But when you step close to knock on my front door
Your boundless forgiveness fogs up my window pane
And every time I see your laugh lounging on my living room sofa
Or hiding behind the musty part of my closet
I invite it to sit and drink some tea together on my porch
But instead it leaps at me
Splashing onto my face and waking me up with a nothingness that you planted in the cultivated soil that lines my rib cage
The nothingness feels like a soft Sunday morning
But sometimes it rains on Sunday