Joy/Sorrow

i only write,

she tells me,

when things

are very good

or

very bad.

simple

contentment

does not allow

one to bleed

(joy/sorrow)

onto the page.

there are long

night-drives

where car lights

inhabit my head

and shine too bright

on my thoughts.

and there are days

where autumn sunshine

falls through treed limbs

red with berries

and hits the softness

of my soul.

it is only always,

she tells me,

laughing,

I think

I think

too much.