Blue Alleyway
You think
that because of this
silence
the words not said
will prove to you
that I am happy.
You think
that these red-brick
alley walls
are eternity.
Yet when you leave home
the sun goes with you
and the evening sky paints these walls
a hue
of startling blue.
That is the night
that is the doubt
you will never know
because I choose too
hide it from you.
