One Moment


I never saw a cloud
Not a a single wrinkle in the sky
and the thing that cost me everything
was just a slice of warm pie

Like a blanket in a convict’s cell
I clung to you for warmth
and paid no heed to warning bells
I shrugged all warnings off

The day, my foe
Against me stood
with sharp words and with knives
circumstances took up arms for me
to shelter me from life.

…and yet, I hear no sirens
only the sweetest of bird song
I clung to death and lingering
one moment short of one moment to long.