bitter.

from my heart.

I sit by candle light.

hoping to catch a break...

i whisper sweet nothings into the night, hoping they come back and haunt me. 

i am not alone, for my friends are the echoes in the forest, i taste sweet butter and a loaf just for me.

just me and my candle.

waiting

patiently. 

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

You still have haunting echoes in the forest to shroud you in comfort; wait for them while you eat your sweet butter and a loaf and the warmth of a candle to sooth you spirit.
Lovely,
Best, B.

[John the Baptist]

That the speaker is waiting for something indicates the current situation is not the preferred one. My guess is that a phone call would cause a sigh of relief.

[JE Falcon]

A story well stated, and well written with meanings clear. Nice work!

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the poem dear Cheyenne and I liked the story in the poetry. You allowed the reader to understand your journey. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote