In Sneaks the Dream

In slips the memories

In between the open and close

Of windows

Fogged by the last sighs

Of a heart

Bound tightly

with held goodbyes

A gang of anger

Barging into our world

stomping on the pavement

like hurricane rain

Sorrow swimming slow laps

From me to you

Taking its time

And our time, too

In sneaks the dream

Through a shattered now

Risking the slicing

Of its thin, pale skin

hoping it has the chance
 to win tomorrow's race

 I put down my pen and paper worries
 to clap my hands and cheer it on
as if my life depended on it.