Whisper sweet nothings in my ear

2 years, 2 months By Allyson

In: Allyson Hibbard | Poetry

Quiet night

sitting in the living room

by the sparkly lights of the Christmas tree.

Thoughts skittering across my brain

little nothing thoughts

about hopes and dreams

of things that may or may not come to pass.

You sit next to me,

quiet like the night itself

sprawled out.

Happy little thing that you are

although frightened of everything

including your own shadow.

What am I waiting for?

Another few days of solace,

and yet desiring time to be with friends and family;

quietly reminiscing about the ones I've lost over the years.

I'm torn, spread too thinly like weak fondant on too much cake.

(Those of you who watch food network will know what I'm talking about. Ha ha.)

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