Closing

Closed
the glass is dead and I cannot
see the outside

The day is grey as last year
smothered and I am drawn
to shut with a stranger
in the grass

Tongue of light above
chimneys tonight, I am not
incredible.

Closed
faced, the sun has fallen
behind the sofa

Where I would like to
hide and be found forever.

I am knowledge again
tight expression, window closed
I cannot bear another year of
slogging through the grey

Like children lost
in mud. I have given everything
again to be a half of someone

Or to roll the glass away and
know light.

He will not love you this time.
I close harder and darker
every minute, as stone

I am bending around the river
again, swimming sometimes.