Tonight

The night opened its fist in my arms

Somehow the moon never made its way…

For some reason…it hurt

I’m home after two years. My room is mine again…or so I would like to believe. I open the cupboard that my Mom used to call ‘the pandora’s box’.  I feel for my treasures. I don’t find them. They have been stacked somewhere behind things that are more important.

I dig in. Stacks of old paintings and papers greet me- lifeless.

For some reason it hurt.