Useless Ideas

I sometimes want to run away

And right into you.

Are you there?

I thought you hung up.

Like today,

When skies grow fair and grey,

And big blue clouds well up against 

The shadows that I call my eyes.

If I were still in France, I’m sure

It wouldn’t be this way.

If I could see the Eiffel now,

I could think of all the power man has

To make things right,

To create a destiny,

With all my might,

As a woman.

But today I feel so weak.

I don’t need a tower,

Just a shoulder to lean on.

You’ve grown so quiet.

Are you still there?

-jenn