Down The Crack With The Crickets by Kristine Jensen

In the moment between your day and my night,
an angry thought got sucked out by the wind.
Lost, gone, down the same crack
crickets chose when they crept away.

I’ll have to go down,
slow down to see that space under there.
In the dark, I know
there is blood running
from your heart.

I try to wash it away
with fresh words.
Try like water to wash over
the terrifying power of a thought that can
tear a lover’s heart.

Searching turns into longing.
I can’t get my thought back.
It’s gone down the crack with the crickets.

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