Tag: pray

  • Runaways

    Runaways

    I'm mourning my good mood,
    for a fleeting moment
    soft between my fingers
    before slipping away, again.

    I pray for its return,
    though I don't blame it
    if it chooses not to
    in this depressing season.

    Until then I’ll wait,
    counting spots on the ceiling,
    listening to pigeons cooing.
    Amen.