What Colors the Steel Sky Blue

Although you run through me
like deep streams of a hot morning shower
you wash nothing off of me,
leaving me with my dirty thoughts
and a pile of laundry beside the couch.

Beside me a dog that barks for love
and is beaten to silence,
Outside the door a lawn overgrown
with diminishing hope for water.

In this three bedroom house
without you I wait for the ceiling to fall
but it hangs on by its tresses like claws
onto the laughter filled days that echoed here.

Now I can do the cleaning
with environmentally friendly detergent.

Take out the trash again
and yes even clean the oven.

Brew another pot of coffee
pour a cup for me, a cup for you.

The passing hours clouding my memory
As this house and I wait.
Waiting for you to come back to me
again.

Troy James Vega