in the sadness.

On the edge of the door step.

On the last day of school.

 On the damp grass of her back yard.

In the old abandoned pool.

At the bottom of cups of coffee.

In the back of restless minds.

In the pockets of my older sister`s jeans.

In the old forgotten childhood dreams.

In the thought of the golden couple,

Breaking up.

In the thought of the little restless children,

Waking up.

In the thoughts of terror:

 of life going horribly wrong.

Or staying the way it is.

In the thought of undetected,

Underlined sadness.

And in the thought of country life.

And cowboy boots and down right madness.

In the thought of thoughts and thought being thought.

A redhead in my arm, and perhaps:

A tad less sad.