The heights of existence
Leave no room for resistance
I hear you say
But I don’t agree
Personal hearts wrapped in love
Are packages without delay
But packages in the mailroom of my heart
I lost the key and it’s my fault
I thought I desired approval
With your stamp of love
And signature
But I see the removal
Is it my fault or the fault of you?
I cannot choose
Please come over
Or have dinner with me
I miss your affirming eyes
But your yes changes like a October
I just want love
Is that enough?
I guess it starts with me
I see falling leaves in your eyes
Not with a celebratory feel
But crushed leaves in the mire of a past story
I guess it starts with me
I must move on fully
Like a full fleshed out moon
When I find my key
I won’t give up
I’ll make room
(C) Carly Wiggins December 2024

