New Haven

[jre]

The layered steam of thick words left unsaid
The purple moments snuffed out by default
The ghosts all waiting to retake my bed
The shallow music that I cannot halt

A truth held hostage by a coward tongue
A breath that tried but could not play the part
A speck of dust on pictures freshly hung
A tear still buried in a too-young heart

My fear of being less and being more
My yearning to be everywhere right now
My urge to heal or bury all that’s sore
My flailing to fly without knowing how

For all my blood and brain construe and more
I stand here hidden in the open door