Peace comes between interludes
of pain as I reach to touch
life removed.
Had I been told life would become
so cruel without such beauty
to touch
my heart could have stopped then.
Expectations are at the crossroads
I stare at them out my window
notice how worn thin I am
out there with tears of pain
inside looking out panes.
I have sat and listened to
sadness since birth
between interludes of love, loss
and have come to an end
of this
want to touch such beauty
you..
