Asheville

by Nick Jaina

we stayed up late
heard the struggle
half awake
in the doorway
I know it's wrong
to leave this way
sorry for the trouble

the canopies
catch our downfall
and your face
is soft as the snowfall
I typed the note
on the stairway
sorry for the trouble

I expect
to be discovered
so I sleep
on the covers
as the wind
bleeds the shutters
sorry for the trouble

© 2010 Nick Jaina