It was only an invitation-
just a firefly of words
blinking in your direction
and passing

 

It was only an invitation-
don’t fret too much
you weren’t expected to show
up in my garden

 

It was only an invitation-
I shouldn’t wither so
in the heat of your
unseeing.

 

It’s an impossible
request
to set aside your drink
and turn

 

Please, say nothing.

 

It was only
the life of me.

Sarah is a poet & artist living out life and faith through the beautiful mess of humanity. She currently is raising two boys with her amazing blogging husband and has dreams of traveling the world.