I looked up
up, there you were
standing there
I looked up to
to see you standing
towering
glistening in the sky
The night suited you so well
I wanted
to watch
to see you
when you exploded
imploded
exploited
I wanted to see
when you blew away
The stars of your belt
your eyes
your leg
your sword -
protective - hardly
The stars of your belt
echoed in the sky
screamed in the sky
screamed in my eyes
You glittered and glistened
when I looked up
you stood above
my cup
my glory cup
my wonder cup
you waxed and you waned
and you ran away
ran across the horizon
ran across the
wintery
winter
windy
skyline
The night
I'm counting stars on boulevards,
To see what I can get.
He loves me, he loves me not,
To forgive or regret.
The moon makes me sigh all day,
Your words are whispers in my mind.
I find our three stars and think,
Should I leave it all behind?
The sun burns my eyes and skin,
The words are racing in my head.
Today could be my final day,
And tomorrow, I'll be dead.
The door creaked open. “I’m home.” Lebasie entered the hall, tossed her keys onto the table, and picked up a note from beside them. The list of chores for the day ended in her mother’s wild script. She sighed. It seemed to get longer every day since her dad disappeared. A meow caught her attention. She looked down to see Sadie, her chubby cat, sitting at her feet. Lebasie took a second to scratch the beast before moving on to her chores. Do the dishes. Do the laundry. Feed Sadie. Make dinner. Clean the rug. Dust the pictures. Sweep the floor. Mow the lawn. The list went on and on.
Lebasie dropped her backpack in the ki