Sorrow is in my apartment
where the lights shine as they have hued many times before but not on this cold night that surrounds me. Thirtysix years I lived with my thoughts but the apple tree is bare today with many leaves gone, knees and arms twisting. Masses of branches praising the sky, begging for rain to shower their roots brown and slick, pray every morning at 5am. The grief in our hearts is not mightier than us because you are my joy and today I noticed it while seeking your kiss. I would like to have one on my cheek then another on my forehead causing a fall into brown eyes a collapse to the lips near them.