Writing

If you're drowning in an ocean,

And there’s no land in sight,

How long do you keep swimming,

Before your arms give out?

Before you've swallowed too much water,

Trying to catch your breath?

The old woman guides him past the wooden blue-coated porch. Past the tall grass and the gravel path driven beneath it.

sometimes i think just one sunny day would cure me of everything.

other days i think pills and tonics and treatments are lies that i continue to swallow.

most days i just daydream about last summer when our tiny sunfish 

for a friend

i picture you some days – a utensil in one hand and your cheek

in the other, gazing somewhere in the distance as your

Another year is over, another year is done,

I’m still standing where you left me, stranded,

All alone in a world without you, my sun,

The ring’s still on my finger, but I’m left empty handed.

I wonder if I can't get over you

Because I can't get over being wanted

There was something special about being wanted

Knowing you'd talk for hours about me

And go out of your way to see