Maybe Strange

It’s so strange how
you pound in my head
when you’re not around.

Wish I could see you,
do you think more of me?

Just wait, think and wait.
Patience, I will sit and wait.

Every time I think it’s over
I come over and end up all over…

Laughing, touching, all that’s required is here,
in your face, smiling and unafraid.

Maybe this time.
Maybe this time.
Maybe this time.

Maybe this time

I’m ready this time…

All we are, moments tangled in time,

I only think of you.

Can’t get us off my mind,
how strange…

Halloween Night

A three-year-old witch costume  rips. She shivers and sparkles under a dripping moon her matching shoes marching ahead, her matching hat getting caught by the bark of an outstretched tree branch. Excitement, fun size skittles scatter into undistinguished black bags. Plastic orange pumpkin buckets swing keeping a cadence of hard candies. Dum dums drum and thrash the insides of werewolves and Tinkerbells alike. Little angels wiggle their soggy wings toward warm minivans at 8:01 when waiting mothers finally disband the demons.