Invisible Shoes

I miss
the silver compass
you placed in my hand before
It lead me to the tiny breadcrumbs
you purposely scattered all over the floor
During those long, dark, unsettled, restless nights
you roamed aimlessly, or with purpose through open doors
And now you wipe away the traces -- invisible shoes leave no more
evidence we are growing closer; proof that we will never make it home

Equilateral Triangles

These triangles
though all sides are equal
and their angles are the same
Have dangerous, sharp pointed edges
and were never my favorite shape