waiting for signs of life

You’d think with this blanket
tied like a cape I’d feel safe
                           for a second.

A birthday near the holidays
           turns everything to paper
                      & flame
      once they set out
                the candles.
    I’m counting thirty-one/
              measuring gray
      hoping every single one
           stays lit.
     I have one particular moment in mind.

I am alone all the time.
       I think we always were.
    Even when you’re in the room.
   I’m scanning the Indian Ocean
  admiring the view
       knowing the sun will set soon.

These colors are marvelous & so are you.


Authors Note: tongue-tied.

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