this one

still need a jacket
can’t quite get warm though
the sun is shining at seven thirty
don’t know how long I want to stay quiet
don’t make a sound
will shatter the pain
this glass crumbling down on top of me
my mind stops before the line up
will be sure to stop before you
I have a gift of words
filling pages
turned and new thoughts swirl in my coffee
talking over issues
some unread magazine thrown into
a pile of trash this one…