the next scene

This moment that I face
Could be my hardest yet
Time has passed
But my memory didn’t fade

I’ve seen this scene
Been the person across from you
Seen the hurt and pain
Thought of all the mistakes
And believed in the promises
That the ache would go away

This moment that I face
Could be my hardest yet
Time has passed
But my memory didn’t fade

I’ve seen this scene
Been the person in your arms
Seen the smile and heard the laughter
Thought of all the happy moments
And believed in the promises
That the ache would go away

This moment that I face
Could be my hardest yet
Time has passed
But my memory didn’t fade

I’ve seen this scene
Been the person crying on the floor
Seen the cracks on the wall
Thought of the empty picture frames
And believed in the promises
That the ache would go away

This moment that I face
Could be my hardest yet
Time has passed
But my memory didn’t fade

But my memory didn’t fade
Time has passed
The next scene I face
Could be my hardest yet

I haven’t seen this scene
Been the person standing on my own
Seen the horizon and felt peace
Thought of dreams and my purpose
And believed in my promise
That I would never ache again

My memory didn’t fade
Time starts now
The next scene I face
Could be my best yet

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© Sara Febles

the space between us

I feel tired
And exhausted
Like I’ve run miles
But for some reason
I’m still in this spot
Standing three feet away from you

I’d like to rest
And feel warmth
Like when I was held in your arms
But for some reason
I’m still in this spot
Standing three feet away from you

I’d like to smile
And feel happy
Like moments ago before you showed up
But for some reason
I’m still in this spot
Standing three feet away from you

And as much as I’d like to
I won’t run to you
I won’t rest in your embrace
I won’t smile that way again
I am walking away
I don’t want more reasons
To fill the space between us

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© Sara Febles

pet peeve

I am usually described as quiet, reserved, standoffish at times because I value the space that surrounds my body.  It is my personal space.  And as I sit here, you, person behind me, leaning forward and resting your entire body on the back of my seat, so close I could feel your hot breath and body heat, as I try to fucking live and exist, is on the very edge of seeing my other qualities.  I am also usually described as a bitch.  So get the fuck off my fucking seat.

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© Sara Febles

the incident report

second day at this new job

getting acquainted with the forms

in the interactive binder

I review the incident report

the usual is listed there

excessive tardiness

absenteeism

disruptive behavior

refusing to do work

drinking alcohol

doing drugs

homicide

it’s a regular day

at this K – 12

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© Sara Febles

unpurposed

sometimes I get
anxious
frustrated
impatient

to know
my purpose
and not be
fulfilling it

to be
the answer
and not be
asked

to be
the solution
and not be
given the chance

to be
the one
and not be
counted

it just makes me
doubt myself
maybe I’m not
any of those things
at all

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© Sara Febles

wake for me

I climbed late into bed
softly so I wouldn’t wake you
and felt your warmth trapped in the covers

I rested my head on your chest
softly so I wouldn’t wake you
and felt it rise and fall in deep slumber

I tangled my legs between yours
softly so I wouldn’t wake you
but enough to know I claim you

I trailed my fingertips up and down your skin
softly so I wouldn’t wake you
but I looked up to see if I stirred you

I placed kisses trailing a path to your lips
softly so I wouldn’t wake you
but hard enough to make you

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© Sara Febles

kisses at dawn

image

this is the earliest

I’ve woken all summer

the a/c blasts into my bedroom

goosebumps on my bare legs

as I drop my warm bed covers

the blinds sway in rhythm

the sun pierces through them

dancing in ribbons of gold

into my darkened room

painting the wall in a soft glow

and as I cross the room

golden rays land

on my morning skin

like warm kisses

you’d give

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© Sara Febles