The Shutters Creak In The Wind

The future, begins to creak
I don't want to die without you
There is so much to say
I've said too much

I had thoughts of singing
Freefall,
the floor boards creak on
 that side if you have stones
in your pockets

I had thoughts of being free
Tidepools wrap the rope twice
around willows branch
the rope won't creak
while swinging

I had thoughts of flying
Wind swept leaves piled high 
behind the screen door
neighbors dog barks on point 
 as the shutters creak in the wind

I had thoughts of dying