I don’t know why


Crackle of dried leaves by the back door
longing scratch, home, found it’s place
within the throes of autumn.

Fire cast a longing shadow, a cat rug bound, sprawled elegantly –
pawing in the dark,
dreaming of mousing and heroic acts
of daylights making.

We drift, teetering on new beginnings
lives entwined yet disjointed,
yearning for our place
within a picture we have not yet painted,
sighing within blurred lines
and I don’t know why.

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