Feather soft fingers brushed my skin 

as a manufactured wind wafted by,
and I found myself wondering what happened.
Leaky faucets and peeling paint,
all are hidden from the eye after midnight.

Truth be told...
   they don't matter.

A hammer, a nail, some paint in a pail,
all solutions to life's little problems,
but this painted smile that never fails...
I want to rip it right off of my face
so she can see.

A quick trip through the door
and my feet found cooling asphalt
still trying to hold the warmth of a day long past,
and I can relate.

Closing my eyes, I tried to remember...
horned toads and fire ants, a little boy's treasures,
and enough heaven left unspent for tomorrow.
Life was simple back then,
and love was something to be laughed at,
and dirt was just dirt, yet much more fun.

Happiness was a day free from toil,
careless pup by my side,
spent exploring fields full of glory
that had surely changed more than a million times
since last Tuesday.

Swaying seas full of daisies
beckoned together, as one,
for the daydreaming follies of bliss...
all those dreams were nothing like this...
there's something that I must have missed...

Crack of pain, bit my tongue,
rubbing my head as I sat up
and gazed in wide wonder at the horizon.

Darkened sky, getting blacker,
and the only thing I could see...
Wispy clouds now hiding the moon.

Now I sit, softly weeping,
trying to find the words...

...those few words that just might express...






...how I no longer feel like myself.