“Automat”

automat
I go out, but I’m not used to being alone.
It’s the time of winter
Where it gets dark at 5 p.m.
It’s cold, but I never used to think about
The coldness until you weren’t here to keep me warm.
I still wear the same green coat everyday.
One month has passed
I still go to our favorite spot.
The one with the gold walls
You thought were ugly. The same color
As my hat that you said made my eyes sparkle.
The one with that old heater in the corner.
You would always stub your foot on it
Every time we left. The spot where
You proposed to me,
knocking over The bowl of fruit that sat on the window sill,
As you kneeled down.
Happy one year, darling.
There’s not a day that passes
That I don’t picture you sitting
In the wooden chair across from me.
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Cain

My parents loved my brother, my brother loved my creator.
My creator loved my brother, my brother loved back.
I wanted it all, all that he had, my brother.
My brother was the one to hate,
‘fore he would have given his life to take.
My brother, my brother he did not see,
that he held the world in his hands.
The sin took over, and his world turned wrong.
He did not know I saw
when he and the sin were one, my brother.
My brother, his falseness was his own,
and his actions were misguided.
He planned to betray, and they could not see it.
To me, you could not hide it, my brother.
My brother was the one to hate,
before sin’s unfaltering fate.
I made the plea, take me instead of my brother.
My brother was spared, so my destiny was set.
I slewed him, but it was not by choice.
Sin had no hand on my brother.
My brother was free, and Abel.