I am your disappointment

 You turn and sneer I see white cloud
redeeming me the dirty shelf object
take another look before the steel folds back
blue sky illuminates the great hope in my heart

I am dust I am gone
swept from the floor

hope the broom pushes me forward
for the disappointment in your face
A surprise on such a bright day
you turn and sneer

I am the inconvenience
Where your disappointment gets stored

This day is a container
a slice of tuesday anxious heart
walk on those legs toward some place
that leads down the long driveway
of the late afternoon

let the heat and the intensity of hard words
come back around in the still
with no wind to push it
Just the unforgotten discontentment

gestures and facial cues
remind you once again of your anger

pull it over that face today for its a container
this is a mask for your yesterday disgruntled
summon the vehicle of bitterness
don't let me see this proud face cry