Whitney

I haven’t talked to you since Easter
It feels like an eternity 
My texts are left read..
But unanswered
Guilt slices my gut
Did I say something to offend you?
*I go through my texts*
Nothing looks wrong

The drip of morning dew
So delicate
And smooth
And when the sun
Shines just right
It sparkles 
In dawns early light
Small water droplets
Trickle down a leaf
Leaving a wet streak 
In their wake

Neighbors. Someone whom we share our air with. People whose eyes glance over the same surroundings as thee. Someone for whom you see from afar. When we meet face to face, a friendly nod or wave, short gossip and kind-hearted check ins.

Shoot the basketball
Miss
Try again
Airball
Repeat
Uggg!!!

Dribble 
Stolen
Go up for layup
Stuffed
Repeat
Grrrr

Argggg
Frustration flows within my blood
Competitive thoughts override my brain