Draw the Curtains

His ghost watched her
draw the curtains
across empty air.
She wished he was still alive,
surely her uneventful life
was nothing
waiting for him.

Fluttering Hope

Something stirred her heart,
fluttering hope
swelled to greater echos
winding them together
weaving her happy influence among them.

Flooding in the Unhappy

In vapid listlessness
eyes closed, but not rested.
It was a state of dilapidation -
at least, of detached interest
within me.
I had been flooding in the unhappy.