Vapor – A.P. Christopher (constant Variable)

I waited there with falling stars
Reminding me of city lights
And held them like a precious gem
That only knew a value if I kept it hidden, safe, and out of sight

I held you in a fragile cup
Of dreams I was afraid to taste
Or even let it touch my lips
In fear that doing so would be to let a fortune fall and turn to waste

So sitting at a table made
Of circuits and of circumstance
A cup of coffee losing steam
Until it seems a serum or a shot for where the lover meant the lance

I waited till I couldn’t wait
For nevermore to disappear
Then wrote a note with steady hand
That said, “I’ve waited long enough…” and then I chose to wait another year


Published by grumpygorman

I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out...

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