lightning strikes, and strikes again

I am doing my best
to stop assuming things
like when it is mid December
and the sky is free of clutter
I imagine the sun
decided to feel alive
and so I open a window
only to feel winter
push its way inside

I made a collage 
consisting of photographs
of my new friends and old lovers
wanting to reflect
and teach myself that
the past can no longer
affect the present
instead I felt hollow
the second it was
hung straightly on my wall
the memories burrowed
into my bones
kicking out the marrow into the cold
to make space for all their luggage

we laid beneath a blanket of stars
our fingers dancing 
in the palms
of each other's hands
and your hair smelled like 
all the smokes we have ever smoked
but your lips tasted like honey
so I imagined if you left me
you would do it properly
a quiet exit through the back door
instead you smashed out a window
and threw everything inside out

I assumed my demons needed rest
that they would sleep soundly 
through the night
instead I stare into the dark
as they pick up what you
tossed away and plant it
so violently back into 

my mind

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"I imagine the sun
decided to feel alive
and so I open a window
only to feel winter
push its way inside"

A very nice write...Thank you for penning...:>)...........