Maybe we would’ve worked

I was slow, you impatient

And now you have him

How the clouds roll in

Foreboding, mysterious

I adore her eyes

Set down the flashlight

Gaze into the dark above

See new lights appear

“I remember you.”

I said into the mirror.

“You look diff’rent now.”

Torrential downfall

Tapped Heavenly reservoir

When will it dry up?

The sky opens up

For the cloud-naming gazer

Who sees what’s hidden

Cool wavy waters

Wet the soles of dangling feet

Sitting off the dock

Bright-eyed, bushy-tailed

Rise and shine, you morning birds

That’s the fantasy

It’s every morning

The zombies rise from their crypts

And brew their coffee