You didn’t hear me leave.
My footfall precious on wood slatted floor
under early morning light, my escape.
Your slumbering breath keeping beat.
Across lawn, down walks,
over the berm into the field
where dew forms without knowing you.
Mother bird begins her day.
I lost my way.
I couldn’t help it, never to see your face again.
I got lost and then,
It was easy to lay down.
I wanted to say goodbye, but
I was lost.
Sleep well, my sweet.
There is nothing I need to remember any longer,
just your breath,
my ghosted shroud in early morning light.
Day 8, just in the nick of time before the clock turns, of Na/GloPoWriMo.
Our inspiration today was to write a monologue influenced by Edgar Lee Master’s Spoon River Anthology.
Oh, one of my most favorite theatre pieces ever – to watch, read, and perform.