Poems by Kyle Walsh

Moments

There is still some of you in this bed,
in this room,
in the dust visible by the sunlight
The sunlight itself that is settled on the wall
captured like brilliant artwork
if only for some moments
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Every night you paint me a new color
and I'm shades of who I used to be.
Drawn blinds drown out the streetlamps
that still finds its way in.
You are in this bed,
pressed and folded into the sheets
asleep, as the tv glows.

Held

I put my arms around you in my dreams
I can feel my fingertips melt into your skin
as they graze up and down your side.
Find shelter in every small detail I do,
when i kiss your forehead after waking up,
know I'm holding you in the deepest part of
my mind, to be able to fall back asleep.

Pause

I need a poem,
about love,
I haven’t written yet.
A poem about your hands,
and how I want to drink from
every crease in your palm
like a river.
I carry sadness
like a spool of thread,
unwinding,
every time I step forward
And what happens when I get
to the top of that hill
and we look down at all the thread behind me