I Slip

Soft strands of hair
slightly touching supple skin,
as the soft sun rises.
Light penetrates the
unfamiliar window pane,
and spills softly on soft strands of hair,
on a soft soul left bare.

Leave it there in the
middle of the mind,
softly forgetting the
sweet acts of sappy youth.
Leave it there
yet you live it here,
Over undercooked eggs
and soft toast.
Another late night and an awkward acknowledgment
before swiftly moving through the door
onto the hard sidewalk.
Hopelessly hard on yourself as your
heels hit the pavement, heading home.
However, the stars sparkle
and a smile splashes across your face.
Your eyes soften and
settle onto the sights set before you,
a soft scarf covers a tender soul.

-Fiona