why does he always feel like
everything ends up a mess
when all he's ever wanted
was to come home
and kiss it all on the cheek
give it summer flowers
run his finger down the kitchen counter
and hear its perfection in the tolling
of the hour

and while everything gathers dust
he wakes and wonders
why his dreams aren't orderly
in the meantime
life resembles his rumpled sheets
made to be jumbled and dreamed in

09/12/2009

Author's Note: messy.

Posted on 09/12/2009
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