Missing Piece

I start with the corners
and build your edges first
finding the frame sound,
thinking I know who you were.
Piece by piece I fill in
the colors and shades
as a picture unfolds
before my own eyes.
Almost done it would seem
and it’s all a perfect fit
until I get to the end
and find there’s a piece I missed.

© Autumn Siders 2017

Hurry Home

Every mile between us
is a tear shed
as my heart breaks
since the “goodbye” I said.
I watch in the mirror
as you fade away
and just keep dreaming
of a time I can stay.
You wait in the window
as I hurry home
into your loving heart
where I am never alone.

© Autumn Siders 2017

Parkour

They run and jump
and dive and leap
and climb and fly
from tree to tree.
Their bushy tails tall
and their little claws discreet
as they chase each other
with cheetah-like speed.
They flip and flop
and bend and reach
and wrangle up
the kids they teach.

They move about
before my eyes
as I sit and wait.
There is do doubt
I’d eat these guys
if ever my dinner’s late.

© Autumn and emilita Siders 2017

#tbt

The spark of life your eye
has all but faded to black,
jaded by this world
stabbing you in the back.
The falsehoods pour in
from the lying snakes,
dying to get their fill of greed
no matter what the stakes.
Your open heart is torn
and tattered by it all
battered by the siege
of the unexpected squall.

© Autumn Siders 2016

Cape

One cream and two sugars
in a slightly darker roast,
was how you took your coffee
after that weekend on the coast.
We only met that once
but my thoughts will always stray
to the salty air we breathed
on that fateful sunny day.
Your last name I can’t recall
but every inch of you I see;
every time I close my eyes,
it’s of you I dream.

Your number is in my phone
but I know I’ll never call,
since that weekend was over
when the summer became the fall.

© Autumn Siders 2017