Lingering Wolves

resolute is the pantomime. open skin sells itself in loose crumbs.

the humble touch of impotent choices. all missing keys and broken locks.

absolute is the choke of the bridge. as it crosses through us.

the numbers panic. the equation sighs. knowing we're solving for loss.

stern are the doorways as we search for a way inside. 

the walls stumble over the windows. the rooms swell with our absence.

places we know that have forgotten us.

it's only time's faulty medicine. making us weak.

it's only the monsters under our bed.

still growling.