Writing

I'm tired of walking the same loop

Taking the same few steps forward

Just to walk the same steps back

I'm enamored with the way we were

Enamored with the things we swore

The red truck blue truck cap

Bright blue, not pretty

Like dancing eyes no

This is down to business blue eyes hardened

After too many people said no

After too many yesses didn’t work out

I dream in feeling

Color in my own black-and-white mindscapes with emotion

It's never meaningless

I dream in feeling

Energies

It's true that how a person makes you feel

The curtain call

I’m out of time

I dance with my hands tied

in a little sun filled gale

there is a wooden swing

it's creaky and it's old, but then

so is everything

it is so dear and pretty

the meadow's filled with bees

there are flowers brushed

I remember that night,

we went for a walk,

after dinner,

where we finally weren't awkward,

where it felt                 real-