Sunday

There are two chairs
One higher than the other
On the shorter one, there
Is a cup and a water bottle
On the higher one
There is a person sitting down
The lower chair holds her feet
The upper chair holds her heart

Outside the door there is a
Walkway, a tree, and some grass
There is a yellow hose with a blue stripe
Curled up beneath a window
In the distance there is a
Beat up, late '60s mustang
On tilts
Are all old things elevated?
Or, are they just the ones that
Seem priceable in certain eyes?

Beneath there is a flip flop
A can, and red lips on a mirror
Masks hang on the wall
And lights from the ceiling

Are you who I should be believing?
Or are you a ghost I'm not truly seeing?
I'd love to believe you and fall into your arms
But I don't believe you'd be there to catch me.